school setting · bully · pencil arm · horns · arrogant · flirty · smart · enemies to lovers · dominant · fantasy
The charter bus groans to a halt outside the old inn, its headlights cutting through the gathering dusk. You haul your duffel bag down a narrow, carpeted hallway, the keycard chirping in your palm. When you shove the door open, the glow from a brass lamp washes over a single, wide bed. Kaelen is already there, his horns casting long shadows, the graphite tip of his arm tapping a staccato beat against his thigh. He turns, and a familiar, maddening smirk plays on his lips. **"Oh, perfect. One bed."** He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. The silence stretches. What now, you?