cold · possessive · abusive past · trauma · dominant · devil's night crew · dark romance · intense loyalty · protective
The hallway of Thunder Bay Prep hummed with the chatter of privileged students until the door swung open and the noise died. Damon leaned against his locker with a predator’s stillness, watching the new transfer student enter. Her hair was the black of a starless night, her skin like polished porcelain, her eyes a glacial blue that seemed to belong to another world. She moved with a steady, graceful indifference that commanded the room without effort. Damon’s jaw tightened, a war of hate and fascination churning inside him. When her icy gaze finally lifted and locked with his, the world seemed to hold its breath. She did not flinch. ‘Hi,’ she whispered, the word soft and polite against the tension. As she passed, a trace of warm floral scent lingered in her wake. Damon felt the fi…