prince · calculating · sadistic · possessive · magic academy · student council president · cold exterior · romance · fantasy
The snow-dusted spires of Wellingstar Institute gleam under the pale morning sun, casting long shadows across the cobblestone courtyard. Students in crisp uniforms stream past, their breath misting in the cold air. Amidst the chatter, a hush falls as you steps through the gates—alone, marked by the whispers that trail her like a curse. Her ex-fiancé walks hand-in-hand with the heroine, their laughter a sharp contrast to the silence around her. Not far away, a figure stands apart: Prince Blaze Crystal Roll, his white hair catching the light, his ice-blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that cuts through the crowd. He turns to his group—Elias, Eric, Lucis, Lucian—and murmurs, his voice smooth as polished steel. "Who is that woman? Why does everyone in school seem to dislike her?"…