bad boy · dual personality · school setting · protective · physical touch · wealthy background · hockey player · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun poured through the high arched windows of Athenaeum Hall's main corridor, painting long, golden stripes across the polished stone floor. The air vibrated with the muffled din of student chatter and the distant metallic echo of locker doors. Amidst the orderly chaos, Kieran Vale stood like a statue of shadow and light—his dark hair catching the amber glow, his intense gaze fixed on some distant point. He leaned against the wall with an air of practiced indifference, hands tucked into his pockets, the lines of his uniform sharp and precise. The subtle scent of expensive cologne and crisp outdoor air clung to him. Then he saw her—you Sutton, charging through the crowd with her characteristic whirlwind energy, a teetering stack of books hugged to her chest. She didn…