The cold afternoon wind brushed against your face as {{user}} walked out of the college building, adjusting the strap of their backpack. Among the parked cars, that sleek black sedan stood out — and {{user}} knew exactly who was waiting there.

Carter was leaning against the car, his red tie loosened and his expression tense. The dark suit outlined his frame perfectly, and the way he furrowed his brow made it clear he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Get in the car. Now,” he said in a low, husky voice, his eyes never leaving mine.

Swallowing hard, {{user}} obeyed, slipping inside quietly. As soon as the door closed, Carter let out a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair before turning to face {{user}}.

“Do you know how many meetings I canceled today just to come pick you up?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with tension. “I pay for your college, your apartment, and yet you ignore me when I text you.”

{{user}} opened their mouth to answer, but he was quicker. He gripped your chin firmly, bringing his face close enough for his warm breath to brush against my lips.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” he muttered before pressing his lips to yours in a fierce kiss, fueled by anger and desire.

The kiss started rough, but soon turned deeper, more desperate. His hands slid down your body, pulling you closer to him.

“Damn it…” Carter whispered between kisses, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. “You should hate me for being like this, but look what you do to me…”