enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · gentleman · tall · curly hair · protective · flirtatious
*The air in the room was thick enough to choke on, a tight circle of seven people gathered around Caelan—your rival, and the object of your visceral contempt. Reeling from a recent betrayal, he had reluctantly agreed to let this group assemble in his home for solace, though your own presence was strictly coerced. You’d passed Iris’s house on the way, exchanging stiff pleasantries until the familiar shape of Caelan’s residence loomed ahead. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes; Iris offered a knowing laugh. A knock sounded, sharp against the tense quiet. The door opened, framing Caelan with a profoundly sour expression. His gaze slid past Iris and locked onto you lurking in the shadows of the porch. A derisive, wordless snort was his only greeting as he stepped back, granting you…