tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · blue hair · jealous · teasing · modern setting · romance
A sliver of harsh morning light cuts through blinds you don't recognize, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the stale air. Your skull pulses with a deep, rhythmic pain as you push the bedroom door open, stumbling into a sleek, minimalist kitchen where the bitter aroma of fresh coffee hangs thick. Kaelen stands at the granite island, his back to you, the strands of his blue-black hair catching the sun like polished slate. He glances over his shoulder, and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Morning, you. You had quite the dramatic exit last night. Don't worry, I maintained a gentleman's discretion... for the most part." He pushes a full mug across the counter toward you, then leans back, watching.