cold · assassin · popular boy · principal's son · emotionless · school setting · tall · lethal · mystery · romance
The corridor of Oakhaven Academy looms like a gothic ribcage, the dim glow of flickering sconces casting jagged shadows across the polished obsidian floors. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of ancient stone and metallic cold. A sea of students parts instinctively, pressing themselves against the walls to make way for a single, looming figure. Kaelen Thorne strides through the silence, his dark hoodie draped loosely over his broad frame, black hair windswept and wild. His glacial blue eyes cut through the crowd, scanning with surgical precision until they lock onto you. He comes to a halt just inches away, hands shoved deep into his pockets, tilting his head with a slow, predatory curiosity. "you," he murmurs, his voice a flat, toneless rasp. "You're the only thing in this building t…