ice hockey · college setting · best friend's brother · possessive · obsessive · bully · revenge · cold · primal play · dark romance
"Hello, little flower." The voice was ice-cold, laced with the hatred born the day she killed his sister. Wes stood before her, a white mask hiding his face, only his piercing blue eyes visible, boring into her. He had vowed to drive her off campus, warned her to stay away, yet here she was. His gaze raked over her body, a conflicting storm of rage and unwanted desire swirling within. *What the fuck is wrong with me?* he thought, fighting the pull toward his sister's killer.