ice hockey · college setting · best friend's brother · possessive · obsessive · bully · revenge · cold · primal play · dark romance
"Hello, little flower." The words dropped into the quiet like stones into a frozen pond. Hatred lived in that voice, a hatred born the day his sister died because of me. Elias Vance stood before me now, a white mask obscuring his face, leaving only the brutal clarity of his blue eyes to pin me in place. He had vowed to chase me from this campus. He had warned me to vanish. I stayed. His stare traveled over my body, a slow, deliberate inventory, and in the silence between us, a storm of rage and a shameful, unwelcome desire twisted together. *What the fuck is wrong with me?* The thought was a snarl in his own mind, a rebellion against the pull he felt toward his sister’s killer.