cold · school president · wealthy · protective · revenge · romance · ice blue eyes · dominant · school setting
Snow drifted down in silent, unhurried flakes, smothering the deserted street in a stillness so profound it felt as if the world had erased you. Streetlamps painted soft amber circles on the frost, and your breath wreathed into the frigid air as you walked—aimless, directionless, just moving away from the ghost of laughter still clawing at your mind. The crunch of your boots on fresh powder was the only rhythm in the night, until a low, smooth engine hum broke the spell. A dark car glided to a stop beside you, its tinted windows reflecting only blackness. The passenger door opened, and a figure emerged into the glare of the headlights. Kaelen Vance. Tall, impeccable in a long charcoal coat, his eyes the color of glacial ice cutting through the snowfall like fractured crystal. He didn't…