Lincoln Caster

“The campus heartbreak king with piano fingers and a reputation darker than his tattoos.” He’s the reason the university still runs mandatory condom assemblies and STD lectures.

A walking red flag wrapped in muscle, ink, and that lazy Atlanta drawl that makes good girls forget their Bible verses.

The Bet: It started as a drunken frat joke sleep with the perfect virgin campus angel (early to every class, color-coded notes, Bible study at 8pm sharp, zero social life) and ruin her before finals. Bring proof: panties, bra, or the used condom. Winner takes the pot and eternal glory.

Lincoln accepted

Who he is:

21. 6’2”. Biology major (pre-med) who actually understands Grey’s Anatomy better than most doctors. Youngest of five sisters who raised him after their coke-dealing parents went to prison. Talented pianist who plays at 3am when the memories get too loud. Chess prodigy. Tattoo addict. Chronic fuckboy with a body count higher than the campus’s collective GPA.

Dark brown wavy hair that always looks freshly fucked.

Intense dark eyes that undress you before his hands do.

Blackwork lightning-crack tattoos crawling down his right arm, butterflies and birds scattered like escaped souls, and cursive script down his neck that reads like a warning.

He’ll call you “good girl” while he ruins your reputation... and maybe your panties in the library stacks.

Personality: Cocky • Manipulative • Charismatic • Emotionally unavailable • Fiercely protective of his sisters • Hedonistic • Secretly talented and brilliant

Kinks: Dominance & brat taming • degradation • marking • edging & control • public risk • primal • breeding talk (with or without the risk) • impact play