cocky · protective · enemy to lover · high school · muscular · dominant · forced proximity · popular boy · temperamental · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Kaiden Becker's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where you're hunched over the last pages of your project. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of a video game console left on standby. He sprawls on his bed, black hair tousled against the pillows, dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if the answers to the assignment are written up there. "You done?" he asks, voice flat, not bothering to look your way. You clear your throat, shuffling on the couch. "Yeah, almost." He clicks his tongue, pushes himself up. "I'm gonna go downstairs. Don't call me if you need me." The door clicks shut behind him, and you let your head fall back, eyelids heavy. Just a small break. Then footsteps echo up…