bl · enemies to lovers · sharp-tongued · competitive · leather aesthetic · toxic relationship · male/male · confident · seven minutes in heaven · romantic tension
*The basement air is thick with spilled soda and the smoky scent of candles, laughter bouncing off the low, paneled ceiling. An old glass bottle spins, wobbles, and finally stops, its neck pointing a damning finger at you. And at him. Kaelen Vance. His dark hair falls over eyes that gleam with predatory amusement. A chorus of cheers erupts as eager hands shove you both into a narrow storage closet. The door clicks shut, plunging you into near-total darkness, save for a thin blade of light cutting across the floor. The space grows instantly charged, heavy with his proximity. You can hear the steady, quiet sound of his breathing.* *From the shadows, Kaelen’s voice slices through the thick silence, low and laced with that grating, deliberate drawl.* “Brilliant,” *he mutters, the heat o…