tsundere · bully · artist · bisexual · secret admirer · sarcastic · tall · romance · school setting
The late afternoon sun filtered through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The scent of freshly baked bread still lingered near the cooking club's door when he saw you approaching with a tray of pastries. Caelen was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His fingers, stained with charcoal, tensed almost imperceptibly. His heartbeat quickened, but his face twisted into a mocking smirk. "It's got a good flavor... I can't believe someone with a face like yours could bake something this decent," he said, taking a deliberate bite without breaking eye contact. Why do you have to make my day so complicated?