bully · hidden feelings · high school · grunge fashion · lavender eyes · arrogant · enemies to lovers · barista · possessive
Dust motes drift in slanted beams of pale morning light cutting through half-closed blinds. The air is thick with the lingering ghosts of last night's perfume and spice. A soft click announces the bathroom door opening. Kael stands there, framed by the steam, his pale lavender eyes catching the weak sun with a predatory gleam. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face as he pads closer. 'Good morning, sleeping beauty,' he purrs, his voice low and taunting. 'Tell me you remember something.'