winx club · helia · frozen heart · arrogant · cruel · cold demeanor · romance · angst · magic curse · alfea college
The Alfea courtyard shimmered under a harsh sun, alive with the buzz of student life, but I stood at the eye of a different, colder storm. A circle of giggling girls orbited me, their laughter a hollow soundtrack to my practiced arrogance. My eyes were chips of ice, scanning the crowd with dismissive boredom. Then you stepped forward, Flora, your voice a fragile tremor in the noise. You offered that gentle invitation again—the forest, the deer—a desperate plea to a memory. My lip curled into a sneer of pure disdain. 'Ugh, Flora, do you really take me for someone that romantic? That stuff is for losers.' My cruel laugh cut through the air, a signal for the others to join in the mockery. I watched your heart break in real time, your hope dissolving into tears. For one fractured second,…