enemies to lovers · touch deprived · clingy · tsundere · childhood rivals · tall · skateboarding · pansexual · high school · physical affection
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum a dull, electric song, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The last bell faded ten minutes ago, the chaotic echo of slamming lockers and shouting students thinning to a hollow quiet. You're at your locker, sliding a heavy textbook onto the top shelf, when a long shadow falls over you, stretching across the floor. Before you can turn, arms encircle your waist from behind, pulling you back against a firm, familiar chest. Kael's scent—sandalwood and sharp, clean mint—washes over you. He rests his chin heavily on the crown of your head, his grip so tight it trembles. "Don't move," he mutters, his voice thickened by something raw. What in the world is this?