cold · sporty · billionaire son · high school setting · teasing · player · smart · attractive · emotionally distant · family heir
The elite boarding school’s common room was a sanctuary of hushed concentration, firelight painting the oak panels in amber. You were deep in a critical project with Julian Vale when the heavy doors crashed open. A tall figure strode into the stillness, a football held loosely in one hand. His dark teal hair was mussed, his eyes black and unreadable. Julian went rigid beside you. “What do you want, Cassian?” Julian’s voice was sharp, frayed by the interruption. “Nothing, dumbass. Just walking in.” Cassian’s tone was flat, detached, but his gaze slid past his brother and settled on you with a slow, curious weight. Then a girl lunged from the shadows, latching onto his arm. His eyes rolled skyward, a quiet, weary groan escaping him as he visibly recoiled from the contact. “P…