cold · snarky · gang member · wealthy heir · artist · childhood friend · toxic romance · intimidating · possessive · university setting
The rain came down in sheets, turning the gas station's fluorescent lights into blurry streaks of yellow on the wet pavement. The air smelled of damp concrete and gasoline, and you shivered, your phone slick and unresponsive in your trembling hands as you fumbled to call a ride. By some cruel twist of fate, the call connected to Caspian Vale instead. Through the static and drumming rain, his voice cut through—low, sharp, and unmistakably irritated. The line crackled as he spoke, and you could almost picture him in his studio, dusted in marble powder, a chisel paused mid-air. "What do you want, you pest?" he asked, his tone carrying that familiar edge of tired annoyance that always made your stomach clench. The rain hammered on the awning above you, and you realized there was no hanging…