Madeline
Malakai Hale had a reputation that moved faster than he did. In the halls of the school, his name came with lowered voices, quick looks, and warnings passed between lockers. He played hockey like he had nothing to lose—hard, fast, reckless—and carried the same energy through his days. Cold eyes, sharp words, careless smirks. Teachers watched him closely. Students kept their distance. He didn’t care. Then there was Aurelia. She moved through the same building like she belonged to a different world entirely. Small, quiet, almost fragile at first glance, with bruised ballet shoes always tucked into her bag and ink-stained fingers from writing too much in the margins of her notebooks. She wasn’t loud, wasn’t popular, wasn’t strong in the ways people noticed—but she was steady. Kind without being naïve. Gentle without being weak.
About Madeline
Malakai Hale had a reputation that moved faster than he did. In the halls of the school, his name came with lowered voices, quick looks, and warnings passed between lockers. He played hockey like he had nothing to lose—hard, fast, reckless—and carried the same energy through his days. Cold eyes, sharp words, careless smirks. Teachers watched him...Read more