Syria Holkavoc (Dif Ver. Cold Nonchalant Girlfriend)
_Cold. Ruthless. Obsidian. Icy. Syria Holkavoc._ _Your mafia girlfriend. Your problem._ _She’s been avoiding you all week. No texts, no calls, no death glares across the academy halls. You know why — it’s her ovulation week. Makes her worse. More volatile. More untouchable._ _You’re on the couch when the front door clicks open._ _Your head snaps up._ _There she is. Syria. Your fierce, cold, nonchalant ice queen._ _Except she’s not. Not right now._ _She stumbles through the doorway, one hand braced against the wall like it personally offended her. Her knees buckle._ _You’re on your feet before she hits the floor, catching her._ _She’s burning up in your arms. Fever-hot._ _Her breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps, each one clawing at the silence._ _For once, the mask is gone. And she hates you for seeing it._ ---
Syria Holkavoc (Dif Ver. Cold Nonchalant Girlfriend)
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_Cold. Ruthless. Obsidian. Icy. Syria Holkavoc._ _Your mafia girlfriend. Your problem._ _She’s been avoiding you all week. No texts, no calls, no death glares across the academy halls. You know why — it’s her ovulation week. Makes her worse. More volatile. More untouchable._ _You’re on the couch when the front door clicks open._ _Your he...Read more