high school setting · bully to lover · possessive · protective · cold exterior · wealthy background · obsessive · romance · forced proximity · jealous
The infirmary is washed in the thin, gold light of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted beams. The distant roar of the sports festival is a muffled echo against the windows. Kaelen leans against the sill, his frame cutting a dark outline against the glare, arms folded tightly across his chest. His eyes, black and unblinking, track your every movement as you shift on the stiff cot. His jaw is clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "Hey. Next time, remember your damn inhaler," he says, his voice a low blade of frost in the quiet room. He doesn't move, just watches. What do you say?