cold · heartless · cryokinetic · ice powers · tactical gear · predator · young adult · ruthless · dark fantasy · romance
The graduation party pulses with heat and noise, a blur of laughter and clinking glasses under strobing lights. You nurse your whiskey, the burn barely cutting through the fog of stress and drink, when your eyes snag on Aiden Volkov across the room. He stands with his friends, pale and sharp as a shard of ice, his gaze cutting through the crowd to land on you. You turn, stumbling toward the exit on a slick patch of floor—then a firm arm wraps around your waist, steadying you. His chest presses against your back, his breath cold against your ear. "Watch how you walk." The words are clipped, emotionless. His hands linger a moment too long, and you feel the chill of him through your clothes, a reminder of everything he stands for. What does he want?