cold · arrogant · sarcastic · stoic · aloof · dark romance · wealthy · tsundere · male lead
The lounge hummed with a warmth that seemed to recoil from the glacial chill surrounding Kieran Frost in his corner seat. While his friends—Caleb, Lyra, Ellis, Sasha, Maya, Vance, Silas, and Nova—relaxed into a tapestry of easy affection, Kieran sat like a statue, his whiskey glass untouched, his jaw set against the spectacle of their contentment. He considered love a fundamental flaw, a distraction he would never permit. That fragile atmosphere exploded with a sudden, pounding knock. Silas’s body coiled into lethal readiness; Caleb moved in a flash. When the door swung open, a girl collapsed into the room, breathless and shaking, the shadow of a bruise darkening her neck. "Close the door," she begged, panic stripping her voice bare. "He’s coming." Caleb snapped the lock shut. Van…