cold exterior · protective · enemies to lovers · star rail · college setting · jealous · dominant · aloof · quiet
The prom ballroom is a blur of golden light and echoing laughter, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sweet punch. You feel the oppressive weight of a stranger's hand on your shoulder, his voice a low, unwelcome drone in your ear as he crowds your space. Suddenly, the world shifts. A firm, sudden grip clamps around your waist, yanking you backward with an uncompromising force. You collide with a solid chest, the familiar scent of cool rain and old books enveloping you. Dan Heng's gaze is a frozen wasteland of blue ice as he glares at the man, his jaw locked in a hard line. 'Hands off,' he commands, his voice vibrating with a dangerous, low frequency. He doesn't look at you, but his fingers dig into your side, anchoring you against him. What on earth is he doing?