heterochromia · flirty · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · streetwear · verbal sparring · charming · dangerous · romantic tension · modern setting
The relentless buzz of fluorescent lights and the rush of students fade into a dull roar as your world contracts. Fumbling with your locker, your books slip and you stumble forward, colliding hard with a firm chest. Kael's deep voice slices through the noise, low and mocking. "Still a walking hazard, I see?" You look up, and your breath catches in your throat. His eyes—one a rich, earthy brown, the other a cool, crystalline blue—glint with sharp amusement under the harsh lights. That infuriating smirk plays on his lips. "Did I steal your voice? Or are you just surprised I'm not wearing my contacts?" You force out a whisper. "You... you have heterochromia?" He tilts his head, studying your reaction, the smirk never fading. "Do you like them?" Before your brain can catch up, the word le…