enemies to lovers · school trip · forced proximity · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · tall · athletic · romance
The last amber light of dusk bled through the cheap hotel curtains, stretching long shadows across the carpet. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and trapped heat. You pushed the door open, and there he was—Kael, already leaning back on the only bed, his dark brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that stilled the room. The silence grew dense, weighted. Wait, what are you doing here? *you asked, voice unsteady.* He rolled his eyes, letting out a low, mocking sigh. You have got to be joking. *he said, but his gaze didn’t waver, holding yours in a clear, defiant challenge.* What are you going to do now, you?