possessive · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · hidden identity · wealthy heir · teasing · school rivalry · jealous
The kitchen is quiet save for the steady rush of water and the soft scrape of porcelain. You’re elbow-deep in soap suds when a shift in the air tells you you’re not alone. He fills the doorway, his silhouette blocking the hall light—broad-shouldered, imposing. Those steel-grey eyes find you, widen in recognition, then narrow with a sly, cold amusement. Kael leans a hip against the counter, his gaze a tangible weight. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches, before sinking into a chair and stretching his long legs out. When his voice finally cuts the silence, it’s low, expectant, leaving no room for refusal. ‘Hey, you. Make me coffee.’