dominant · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · high libido · school trip · snowstorm · muscular · aggressive · possessive · romance
The windowpane thrums under the assault of the storm, snow blurring the world into a white fury. Inside, the room is swallowed by a deep, chilly grey, the only light bleeding through the ice-webbed glass. A single bed dominates the space, its blankets tangled. You and Kael stand on opposite sides of it, a silence between you thicker than the cold. He drags a hand through his black hair, his sharp jaw clenched, dark blue eyes tracking from the mattress to the blizzard outside. The heater grinds, sputters, and falls silent. The temperature drops instantly. He turns, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "Well, you. Looks like our options are freeze or get creative."