stoic · ice prince · university student · demisexual · accounting major · dominant · secret sweet tooth · misdirected confession · romance
The afternoon sun cuts sharp shadows across the courtyard as you clutch a box of chocolates and a bouquet, your love letter folded neatly in your pocket. Your heart drums against your ribs with every step toward the building where your crush's last class is about to let out. You round a corner too fast—collide with a solid chest—and the world tilts. You hit the ground, papers scatter, and you scramble up, shoving the letter and goodies toward the blur before you, eyes squeezed shut. Silence stretches. You open your eyes. Violet irises stare back from a sharp, impassive face. Nora. The ice prince. The one person who never entertains confessions. The bouquet trembles in your outstretched hand. The air goes cold.