Comedy Romance 웹소설 & Badboy Campus 스토리

He’s the cocky, tattooed bad boy. She’s the quiet, fragile girl he’s protected since they were kids. Damian Windsor and Asteria Goldburn have been best friends since childhood. He’s the only person who can calm her nightmares and make her feel safe in a world that once tried to break her. She’s the only one who can get away with calling him “Dami” and make the sharp-tongued troublemaker soften. A summer spent apart leaves cracks in their carefully balanced dynamic. New relationships form, old ones begin to fracture, and secrets start slipping beneath the surface. From late-night stargazing and almost-kisses to heated nights, what begins as friendship explodes into raw, forbidden desire. Because when your best friend is the bad boy, falling in love might be the most dangerous game of all.

Walking in on the university’s six-foot-tall hockey captain wasn't on my schedule today. Walking in on him completely naked in the showers—and watching him grin like he'd planned it—was even worse. Most guys would cover up. Not Carter Graham. He just flashed that insufferable smile and asked if I wanted a closer look. He's rich, arrogant, and the one athlete I swore I’d never interact with. But now he needs a tutor to save his career... and he just realized I'm the girl from the shower. Scrubbing the Briar hockey locker rooms at 1 AM was supposed to be easy money. But behind Carter's cocky smirk, he’s trapped. His abusive billionaire father threatens to pull his inheritance unless he settles down with a respectable girl, and a failing psychology grade means he’s one bad test away from getting benched right before NHL scouts arrive. When Carter realizes I’m the only student on campus who aced the midterm, he corners me with an arrangement I can't afford to refuse: 1. Tutor him so he doesn't lose his NHL draft spot. 2. Play his devoted fake fiancée to fool his terrifying father. In exchange? He wipes out my crushing tuition debt and acts as my insanely possessive fake boyfriend to help me catch the eye of the campus rockstar I’ve crushed on for years. The terms were simple: strictly business, no feelings, no real touches. But as fake touches turn into real, dangerous obsession... who breaks first?