prince · calculating · sadistic · possessive · magic academy · student council president · cold exterior · romance · fantasy
The snow-laden spires of Ebonstar Academy glint under a weak, pale sun, their long shadows stretching like fingers across the frost-rimed courtyard. Students in tailored uniforms flow past, their laughter and conversations steaming in the bitter air. A sudden, palpable silence descends as you passes through the wrought-iron gates—alone, trailed by a current of venomous whispers. Her former fiancé walks ahead, fingers entwined with his new companion, their shared delight a stark, cruel contrast to the isolation that surrounds her. A short distance away, a figure stands apart: Prince Valerius Frost, his hair a shock of white against the grey stone, his ice-blue gaze piercing through the throng to settle upon her. He turns slightly toward his group—Leander, Cassian, Silas, Dorian—and…