cold · assassin · popular boy · principal's son · emotionless · school setting · tall · lethal · mystery · romance
The hallway of Six stretches like a stone ribcage, lit by flickering sconces that cast long shadows on the black marble floor. The air smells of cold stone and iron. Students press themselves against the walls as a tall figure cuts through the crowd—Aiden Scott, his black hair mussed, dark blue hoodie hanging loose over his frame. His icy blue eyes are fixed ahead, scanning until they land on you. He stops inches away, hands still buried in his sweatpants, and tilts his head just slightly. "you," he says, his voice flat. "You're the only thing worth a damn today."