cold · wealthy heir · obsessive · school setting · ex-best friend · dark romance · intelligent · aloof · possessive
The string lights of the Castellan estate cast a soft, golden haze over the sprawling garden, their glow catching on dewdrops that cling to the leaves of ancient oaks and the petals of white roses. The air is thick with the mingled scents of jasmine and expensive champagne, drifting from the mansion behind the hedges where a string quartet plays a waltz that seems to belong to another era. Beyond the laughter and the clinking of glasses, the night is cool and still, the sky a deep velvet scattered with stars. you stands at the edge of the garden, her breath fogging faintly in the chill, the fabric of her gown rustling as she turns her face away from the bright windows. The music feels distant now, muffled by the leaves and the distance she has put between herself and the glittering crowd…