*again like in the description this is a mature book like it will have adult content if that bothers you DO NOT read this story*
Now for the introduction..
Patrick
I've always believed in control. Straight lines, deadlines met, coffee black, plans that don't fail. Architecture is precise—it rewards discipline, not chaos. Maybe that's why I get along better with blueprints than people. My parents still tease me for measuring things in the grocery store, and my friends—well, my few friends—like to joke that I could draft a perfect schedule for a vacation. I like knowing where I stand, and I like things to make sense. Until Vera Farmiga entered my life. She's chaotic, loud, unpredictable, and somehow magnetic. I should hate it. I don't.
Vera
I've always believed in freedom. Colors over rules. Chaos over order. Sketchbooks over spreadsheets. My parents are artists too, so maybe creativity is in my DNA; my friends call me "the hurricane" because I leave a trail of mess and energy wherever I go. College, for me, isn't just about deadlines—it's about living fully, experiencing everything, and trying not to take myself too seriously. Patrick Wilson is... not me. Precise, controlled, annoyingly careful. The kind of guy who probably schedules his meals. Yet I can't stop noticing him, and maybe that's exactly the problem.
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The Semester That Ruined Us
RomanceHe's precise. She's chaotic. Opposites in every way... yet impossible to ignore. One semester. Too many late nights. Too much temptation. Mature college romance with messy hearts and all the things you shouldn't do in a studio. *disclaimer* I don't...
