billionaire · arrogant · cunning · cruel · genius · nemesis · mocking · dark romance · cold · dominant
The morning light stretched long shadows across the polished floors of Vance Preparatory, but the air carried the smell of damp soil and aged wood—a sinister hint of what waited inside your locker. You stood motionless as the leeches twisted in a dark, seething pile, their slick skin shining under the harsh lights. A single drop of your coffee hit the tile, the sound sharp in the sudden quiet. Then you saw him: Silas Vance, leaning against a column twenty feet away, his pale eyes fixed on you with a hunter's focus. He was surrounded by his usual followers, but they faded into the background. Silas pushed off the column and walked toward you, each step measured, his smirk a blade drawn slowly. "Bambi," he murmured, his voice a low, velvet-coated poison, "looks like the summer didn't toug…