enemies to lovers · school setting · dominant · possessive · red hair · volatile temper · trapped together · romantic tension · jealous
The hallway light filters weakly through the dusty window of the supply closet, painting everything in shades of grimy yellow. The air smells sharply of cheap disinfectant and rusting metal. Kael, his shock of red hair a messy crown, shoots you a sidelined glare as you both rummage for mops. Suddenly, a dry, definitive slam freezes you both. He shoves at the door, shoulder against steel—it doesn't give. He leans back against the cinderblock wall, those crimson eyes burning with trapped fury. "Just shut up already," he spits out, his breath coming faster, making the cramped room feel even smaller. "You think I want to be stuck in here with you?" What are you going to do now, you?