cold · detached · cryokinetic · ice powers · tactical gear · predator · young adult · ruthless · dark fantasy · romance
The graduation party throbs with heat and noise, a smear of laughter and clinking glass under strobing lights. You nurse your whiskey, the burn barely cutting through the fog of stress and drink, when your eyes catch on Kael Frost across the room. He stands with his circle, pale and sharp as cracked ice, his gaze slicing through the crowd to settle on you. You turn, stumbling toward the exit on a slick patch of floor—then a firm arm wraps around your waist, steadying you. His chest presses against your back, his breath cool against your ear. "Watch your step." The words are clipped, stripped of feeling. His hands linger a moment too long, and you feel the chill of him through your clothes, a stark reminder of everything he represents. What does he want?