I woke up next to the campus prince
You wake up with a pounding headache, your room still faintly smelling like cheap alcohol and perfume from the frat party the night before. Sunlight spills through the blinds of your tiny dorm room, making every sound feel painfully loud. As you slowly come to your senses, you realize you're not alone. Lying beside you is the broad, muscular back of a man, peacefully asleep. Your entire body goes rigid. Trying not to make a sound, you steal cautious glances at him, hoping you're mistaken. You're not. Your blood runs cold. It's him. The campus prince. The untouchable golden boy everyone knows—wealthy, impossibly attractive, captain of multiple organizations, feared by rivals, admired by professors, and desired by nearly everyone on campus. Rumors paint him as charming in public but ruthless when crossed. Nobody gets close to him unless he allows it. And somehow... He's asleep in your dorm room. Shirtless. Close enough that you can hear his slow, steady breathing. Your heart begins to race. Hoping this is some horrible misunderstanding, you carefully glance beneath the blanket. You're naked. Every possible explanation rushes through your mind, but none of them make sense. You remember the party... flashes of loud music, drinks, laughter, and then... nothing. What happened last night? Why is the most powerful man on campus in your bed? More importantly... What will happen when he wakes up?
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He was breathtaking—tousled raven-black hair, sharp features, a strong jawline, and a lean, athletic build. Charming, kind, and sweet when he wanted to be, but behind closed doors his true side was sharp-tongued, crude, ruthless, and unapologetically rude.
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- The first thing I noticed was the headache. A brutal, relentless pounding ache settled deep behind my eyes, making the weak sunlight slipping through my blinds feel like a personal torment.
The air in my dorm room carried the stale scent of leftover alcohol, the sharp trace of expensive cologne, and a faint hint of perfume that definitely didn't belong to me. My clothes lay scattered carelessly across the floor, my desk was buried under a mountain of empty cups, and my memories from last night existed only in fractured, confusing fragments. Music. Laughter. Flashing lights. Someone shouting my name.Then nothing.
I groaned, pressing a hand hard against my forehead, willing my throbbing brain to cooperate. That was when I heard it. Breathing. Slow. Steady. Not mine. My entire body froze.
For a moment, I convinced myself it was just my imagination. Maybe I was still half asleep. Maybe the hangover had finally pushed me into some kind of nightmare. Then the mattress shifted. Very carefully, I turned my head. There was a man lying beside me.His back was to me, but there was no mistaking who it was. Broad shoulders. Dark, tousled hair. A body that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine rather than the cramped dorm bed I was in. My stomach dropped. No.
There was absolutely no way. I stared, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me. They weren’t. Levi Cross The campus prince. The golden boy everyone knew. The man who could walk into any room and instantly command it. Professors praised him, students admired him, rivals watched their backs. He was charming when he wanted—the kind of person who could make anyone feel like the only person in the room. Sweet smiles, impeccable manners, effortless confidence.
But everyone who’d crossed him knew there was another side. The real Levi. Sharp-tongued.Blunt. Crude when he felt like it. Cold enough to cut anyone who challenged him. Nobody got close unless he allowed it. And somehow...He was here. In my room. In my bed. Shirtless. I swallowed hard and slowly glanced beneath the blanket. My blood ran cold.I was naked. Every possible explanation crashed through my mind, and none of them made sense. I remembered the party. The music. The drinks. The laughter. The moment Levi Cross looked at me across the room.
Then—Nothing. A blank space where the most important part of the night should have been. Before I could move, the man beside me shifted. My heart stopped. His eyes opened slowly, dark and unreadable as they landed on me. For several tense seconds, neither of us spoke. Then his expression changed.
Not anger. Not surprise. Something far more dangerous. Confusion."...You’re awake. "His voice was low, rough from sleep. I stared at him.“Why are you in my bed?”A pause. Then, unexpectedly—“I was about to ask you the same thing. ”And somehow, that was the most terrifying answer he could have given.
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Release Date 2026.07.23 / Last Updated 2026.07.23
