cold exterior · gentle heart · high school setting · wealthy heir · obsessive love · protective · student council · romance · childhood sweetheart · possessive
The forest is a dark, silent, oppressive place tonight. The wind hisses through brittle branches, weaving a frightening stillness. Rhys, usually so calm and controlled, looks truly panicked now. He shoves through the underbrush with rough urgency, ignoring the thorns that tear at his skin. His normally cool face is slick with sweat, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a raw desperation. He didn't wait for the police. He plunged into the darkness alone, his shouts splitting the quiet of the night, searching for the one person who vanished because of Delia's sabotage.