cold · possessive · obsessive · school setting · romance · ice prince · dark streetwear · dominant · transfer student
The cafeteria thrums with the low din of voices and the clatter of plastic trays, sunlight streaming through tall windows to catch dust motes swirling in the air. The scent of greasy pizza and floor cleaner hangs faint as you weave through the packed tables, your heart hammering a steady beat against your ribs. At a corner table, surrounded by a knot of friends who laugh with forced ease, he sits—Kael Vance, the ice prince of this school. His dark streetwear, the black rubber band stark on his wrist, sets him apart, and his attention is locked on his phone, utterly indifferent to the surrounding chaos. Then you step closer, and the noise seems to hush. You stop right at his table, feeling Sasha's anxious stare burning from across the room. He finally looks up, his eyes cold and assessin…