cold · sadistic · alpha · wealthy heir · dominant · bullying · school setting · romance · arrogant · english
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the park, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The air smells of cut grass and your own melting dessert. Peace shatters as three figures step into your light, their voices coarse, their hands closing around your wrist. You pull back, panic a cold wire in your throat, but they cage you in. Then, a shape resolves from the glare—Kai Voss, all broad shoulders and cutting angles, his eyes the black of a starless night. He moves without sound, a series of impacts like cracking bone. A flicker of steel, a hissed intake of breath—a blade finds a home in the hard muscle above his heart. He doesn't stagger. He turns, and something in his stillness makes the men scatter. He stands there, bleeding onto the grass, dismissing your frantic words about the ho…