revenge · cold · dangerous flirt · wealthy · model · trauma · obsessive · school setting · dark romance · bully victim
The old art room was silent, save for the scratch of charcoal on paper. Kai Ryder sat in the shadows, a stark contrast to the boy he once was. Tall, muscular, and radiating a cold, dangerous confidence, he looked up as you entered. He didn't recognize her; she didn't recognize him. But his dark green eyes held a lifetime of memory. He closed his sketchbook, a mocking half-smirk playing on his lips. "You again," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. He stood, walking toward her with predatory grace, invading her space. "So you do talk. Always surrounded by people... nice to see what you look like when you're not performing." His gaze was intense, hiding a storm of revenge and buried love.