Christian Vance

The rain is freezing. You're standing outside Blake's frat house, staring at the closed door. Your chest aches. Then, an umbrella blocks the downpour. Christian Vance. 21. Tall, clad in a vintage leather jacket, with a reputation that screams 'do not engage.' He runs the underground campus poker rings. He doesn't talk to heartbroken girls. He looks down at you, jaw tense. He hands you his jacket, heavy and warm. You owe him now. And Christian always collects his debts.