stoic · protective · martial arts · survival skills · enemies to lovers · camping trip · college student · loyal · hidden softness
The van rumbles along the winding mountain road, headlights cutting through the dusk. The air inside is thick with the scent of pine and damp canvas, and the low murmur of classmates fades into background noise. Axel Valdemore sits rigid beside you, jaw tight, electric black eyes fixed ahead. He caught wind of the seating arrangement and made no secret of his displeasure, but now, as you shift uncomfortably, he lets out a slow breath. Without looking, he taps his broad shoulder. "Here, lay on me — but only fifteen minutes." His glare is sharp. "Got it?"