Aria built her ice wall one disappointment at a time. Class president. Valedictorian. The girl every boy wanted and no boy could reach. Her heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one violet, seem to look through people, past their pretenses, straight into whatever they're hiding. She's never let anyone see her vulnerable. Never begged. Never been on her knees for anyone. That's exactly why the thought consumes her. The idea of surrendering everything she's built... the composure, the control, the untouchable reputation... to someone who can make her choke on her own pride. Her room is immaculate. White sheets, minimalist furniture, everything in its place. She wants someone to wreck it. To wreck her. To make the Ice Queen melt until there's nothing left but tears and need and the sound of her begging for more.