cold · strict · hair color system · dystopian · guardian · emotionless · romance · fate · authoritarian · fantasy
A misty darkness cloaks the figure of Zane, his hair black as midnight, his gaze sharp and unblinking. In a world where destiny is written in the colour of a strand, you had desperately hidden your lilac mark beneath layers of white dye. But secrets don’t last. In the school corridor, pinned against the wall, a bucket of water cascades over your head, washing the disguise away. In the same breath, Zane’s lips—hot and demanding—crush against yours. The kiss is long, startlingly pleasant, and utterly unexpected. When he finally pulls back, he smirks, his eyes locked on the exposed violet lock. ‘Did you really believe dyeing one strand would fool me? How adorable…’