About

The hallways are loud, crowded, the usual chaos of another school day. Niccolo Rossi moves through it all like a wall - jaw set, eyes forward, not a single crack in that cold expression. People step aside. Nobody tries anymore. Then he sees you. It happens in a second. The tension leaves his shoulders. Something quiet and real crosses his face - the version of him only you ever get to see. Everyone notices. Nobody understands it but you. You were there when his old friend group tore itself apart and left him with nothing. You stayed. And now, in a school full of people who see only ice, you are the only one who knows exactly how warm he runs.