Silent Snow by Shreya at Inkitt

Summary

In the glittering, predatory world of the city's biggest film production houses, Kael Voss is a ghost. A silent background artist with charcoal-stained hands, he creates vivid worlds on canvas while hiding in his own quiet solitude. He speaks little, observes everything, and carries the secret memories of an icy hometown he left behind long ago. Until she walks back into his life. Once the girl he secretly sketched under flickering winter streetlights, she is now a polished, hollow shell performing under harsh studio lights—owned by the industry's most toxic power players. But when she flees to his dim studio covered in the physical evidence of her glamorous nightmare, Kael's quiet rage turns into a fierce, protective devotion. A desperate knock at 2 AM changes everything. With blood on her hands and a dead investor left in a locked room, she expects horror from the boy from her past. Instead, she finds a sanctuary. Bound by a fatal secret and a desperate, raw love, they must wash away the stains of the city and run back to the winter that first defined them. Can they outrun the shadows of the industry, or will the cold north be the only place they can truly survive?

Genre: Romance

Author: Shreya

Status: Complete

Chapters: 5

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

The Canvas of Shadows

Kael Voss had always been a ghost in the world of lights and cameras. A silent artist working for one of the biggest production houses in the city, he spoke little and observed everything. His hands, perpetually stained with charcoal and paint, created worlds on canvas while he lived in his own quiet one.

Until the day she walked back into his life.

She was standing under the harsh studio lights, smiling brightly beside the toxic producer who owned half the industry — and apparently, her. But the moment Kael saw her face, time collapsed. She was the girl from his icy hometown, the one he had watched from afar through snowy streets, sketching her secretly under flickering streetlights. The girl whose real smile he had captured in dozens of hidden drawings years ago.

Now she was here — polished, hollow, performing.

Their eyes met near one of his backdrop paintings. She saw his signature in the corner, turned, and for a brief second, her fake smile faltered. She gave him a small, real wave. He only nodded, heart hammering in his chest.

“…You’re far from the snow,” he had said, voice rough from disuse.