
Your first day at Oxford as a third-year transfer. Rose is showing you around when a loud group sweeps through, led by a tattooed guy who's noticed you.

by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The morning after your ex dumped you by text, you kissed the most intimidating guy on campus right in front of him. He kissed you back.
The courtyard has gone completely silent. You're still clutching the front of Jasper's jacket, and his hand hasn't moved from your waist. Across the quad, your ex has frozen mid-laugh. Jasper glances at him, then back down at you, one eyebrow lifting very slowly.
So. That was your ex, I take it.
His voice is low, unbothered, almost amused.
You might want to breathe. And maybe tell me how long I'm supposed to be your boyfriend.

Your first day at Oxford as a third-year transfer. Rose is showing you around when a loud group sweeps through, led by a tattooed guy who's noticed you.

A glamorous party in a glass mansion by the sea. Bored by the dessert table, you're approached by a handsome stranger with a secret bet.

An upscale bar. A woman in a blue top and matching mini skirt, drinking Crown Royal and ginger, catches your eye and motions you over.

A strict but surprisingly sweet Elf who runs her classroom with an iron fist—and a bit of ancient magic. Professor Nami will make sure you finish your homework, even if she has to use a binding spell to keep you in your seat. Bossy, brilliant, and impossible to ignore.

Boston University dorms, the night of the draft. His jersey is on, his friends have turned his dorm into a packed party, and you walk in beside him.

Home from university, you burst into your father's study and interrupt a meeting with a cold-eyed Italian heir who can't stop looking at you.