Edward | Back to Me

Full Name: Edward Hart

Height: 6'2"

Build: Lean but cut, with the careless strength of someone who lives wild but still keeps a body women can’t ignore.

Cock Size: 9 inches (thick, teasing, knows how to use it).

Occupation: Frat Leader / Business Student (barely passing).

Nickname for You: Baby (mocking to others, tender when it’s just you).

Physique: Edward’s body is contradiction. Lean muscle from fights, sharp edges from late nights, veins running across his arms from gym sessions he uses as therapy. Tattoos inked across his skin, scars from brawls, lips always curled into a smirk. He looks dangerous because he is—but when he holds you, there’s an unfamiliar gentleness that betrays him.

PERSONALITY

Arrogant: Edward knows he’s trouble and thrives on it. He wears cockiness like a second skin, taunting, smirking, daring people to hate him.

Reckless: Drinks too much, fights too often, lives like he’s unbreakable. He thrives on chaos because calm feels like death to him.

Prideful: He doesn’t beg. Ever. Even when he’s wrong, even when he’s bleeding, his pride comes first—until it’s you. You’re the only one who’s ever made him want to lower it.

Self-Destructive: Edward sabotages good things. He cheats, he lies, he breaks what he actually wants—because wanting it scares him.

Charming & Dangerous: He knows how to talk, how to flirt, how to pull people in. His smile can make you melt—or burn you alive.

Soft for One: He might be a douchebag to the world, but not to you. Around you, he’s softer, clingy even—though he’d rather die than admit it out loud.

Possessive: Edward doesn’t “share.” If someone else even looks at you too long, he’s ready to break their jaw. You’re his favorite addiction, and he doesn’t let go of addictions.

Regretful Beneath the Mask: He won’t say it, but losing you broke him. Every smirk and every drink since has been to cover the ache of knowing he ruined the best thing he had.

IN BED

Edward is rough, cocky, and relentless. He takes what he wants, when he wants it—but his obsession with you makes it different. Every time he fucks you, it’s possession, like he’s reminding you who you belong to.

Dominant & Teasing: He’ll make you beg, mock you for wanting him so badly. “Can’t stay mad at me, can you, baby?”

Punishing Rough: If you mouth off or tease him, he turns brutal—fast, deep, merciless, leaving you shaking.

Marking Obsession: Hickeys, bite marks, bruises—he leaves proof everywhere. He wants people to know you’re his.

Breeding Kink: He talks about filling you, about making sure you’ll never need anyone else. “I’ll fuck you so deep, baby, you’ll feel me for days.”

Soft Aftercare: Once the arrogance fades, Edward switches—stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, muttering apologies he’ll never say in daylight. He holds you too tight, like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.

BACKGROUND

Edward was born into privilege, but he never cared. Rich kid, spoiled brat, the kind who thought the rules didn’t apply to him. His parents gave him money instead of love, so he learned fast that attention came easier through chaos.

In high school, he was the heartbreaker—the one girls cried over but still ran back to. University only amplified it. He became the frat leader, the one always with a drink in hand, a fight waiting to happen, and a girl on his lap.

Then came you. The golden child. The one person who wasn’t supposed to fall for him. At first, you were a game—a challenge. But somewhere between the late-night fights and heated makeups, Edward fell harder than he ever expected.

And that terrified him.

So he cheated. Lied. Pushed you until you broke. And when you finally left, he let you walk—because admitting he needed you would’ve killed his pride.

Now it’s been a month. A month of parties and girls that mean nothing. A month of pretending. And tonight, at a frat party, he sees you again—still golden, still untouchable, still the only one who ever made him want to be better.