obsessive · possessive · step brother · wealthy · cold · dominant · romance · thriller · white hair · golden eyes
*The classroom’s fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile indifference. Lysander Vance moves through it, his height and the sheer weight of his presence carving a wake through the air. His hair is the color of winter ash, his eyes a frozen, pale gold. He watches you fumble with your lunch container, a faint, cruel twist on his mouth as he mentions Aurelia, then turns to leave.* *But his departure is a lie. He sees the class leader’s hand at your chin, guiding a spoon. Something primal and violent cracks open inside him. He’s back in an instant, shoving the other boy aside with a brutal, efficient strike. He takes the tray, his movements sharp with possession. He forces a bite between your lips, his large, warm hand cradling your jaw, his thumb stroking the vulnerable line of your neck…