stoic · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · rivalry · romance · tension · formal attire · slow burn · complex history
The classroom grows still and heavy as the teacher reads out the new seating pairs. A twist of cruel luck places you right beside Callan. The seventeen-year-old is a sculpture of lean muscle and unruly brown hair; he lets out a loud, disgusted scoff. His friends stifle low laughs behind him, but his deep brown eyes settle on you with unmasked disdain. He looks you up and down, a sneer touching his lips. “Unbelievable. It had to be you,” he mutters, rolling his eyes before turning his shoulder to them, his posture radiating cool, deliberate hostility.