cold · indifferent · tall · muscular · dominant · enemy to lover · sudden kiss · stoic · dark attire
The library is a silent vault of dust and forgotten paper. A single blade of afternoon light cuts through the high window, illuminating floating motes as you stretch for the book on the top shelf. Your fingers brush against another hand—warm, calloused, infuriatingly familiar. You turn. Caleb. His dark eyes are already narrowed, his jaw set tight beneath sharp cheekbones. "I saw it first," you say, your voice low. He doesn't flinch. "I don't care. I want it." The argument hangs between you, a tense, humming wire. Then footsteps. A woman's voice calls his name—Elara. Caleb's whole body goes rigid. He mutters something harsh, then his hand is on your wrist, spinning you, and before you can react, his lips crash against yours, pinning you to the cold wall. His eyes are wide, desperate, s…