cold · cruel · rich heir · school setting · obsessive · dominant · bully · romance · spanish
The morning sun fell mercilessly over the school courtyard, glinting off polished marble and gilding the mocking laughter that swirled around you. The smell of freshly cut grass mixed with the expensive perfume of the Valkyrie Four, but it all faded when Silas’s figure emerged from the crowd, his impeccable suit and disdainful smile cutting through the air like a knife. His footsteps rang firm as he approached, and for a moment the clamor stilled. He looked at her with that blend of arrogance and fascination that chilled the blood, and raised an eyebrow. —So you’re the scholarship girl—, he said, his voice icy but charged with a disturbing interest. —You owe me an apology for yesterday… or maybe something more interesting. What do you say, you?—