enemies to lovers · school setting · dominant · sarcastic · muscular · forced proximity · rivalry · bisexual · psychological dominance · confident
Dust-choked air fills the school locker, heavy with the fading adrenaline of your scuffle. A razor-thin line of hall light bleeds under the door, etching the tense line of Kael’s jaw, his dark eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. His shoulders block what little space exists, every breath a shallow, controlled thing. "Stop moving. Your genius is what got us buried here." His whisper slices the silence, sharp and intimate. What do you do?