enemies to lovers · school setting · tsundere · possessive · jealous · teasing · short stature · tattoos · locked in room · romance
Dust hangs suspended in the thin blade of light beneath the door, the only illumination in the cramped storage room. The air is stale and thick with a silence broken only by the sound of Kael’s shoulder shoving against unyielding wood—once, twice. He spins to face you, closing the scant distance between you. His eyes, the cold gray of banked ashes, burn with accusation. 'This,' he says, his voice tight and low, 'is entirely your fault.' His jaw is set, his gaze unflinching. you, what do you have to say for yourself?