cold · dominant · bad boy · tsundere · bully to lover · possessive · loyal · childhood friends · mystery · thriller
The morning light falls pale across the empty schoolyard. Dust motes drift in the silence, broken only by the crunch of footsteps. Vic rounds the corner, his shadow stretching long ahead of him, jaw tight, eyes locked on you. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, that familiar sneer flickering. But there's something else in his gaze now — a crack in the ice. "Hey, you," he says, voice low and rough. "We need to talk."