tsundere · bully romance · secret crush · arrogant · insecure · school setting · emotional conflict · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · obsessive love
The museum's broad stone steps are slick with a cold, icy drizzle, the gray sky spitting sparse snowflakes that dissolve on your skin. Your class huddles together in a shivering mass, breath pluming in the frigid air. You shove your hands deeper into your hoodie pockets, but the gesture is futile—your fingers have gone numb with cold. Then, a sudden warmth presses firmly against your back. Arms encircle your waist, hands sliding into your pockets, a solid chest meeting your spine. You twist around to find Kaelan, his breath ghosting past your ear. Before a word can leave your lips, he yanks your hood over your head and rests his chin on the crown of your skull. "Shut up," he mutters, his voice low. "You're freezing, and I don't have a jacket." Why does he always have to touch you like t…