cold · possessive · wealthy · high school · soccer captain · martial arts · arrogant · unrequited love · jealous · video games
The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of the ancient oak, scattering pools of light and shadow across the lawn. Kaelan leans against the broad trunk, a hardback open in his hands, his platinum hair glowing in the filtered gold. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and fading blossoms. When your shadow falls across his page, he glances up slowly, hazel eyes narrowing. ‘You again?’ he says, his voice flat and bored. He rolls his eyes and looks back down at the book, leaving the silence stretched thin between you—a clear challenge to speak or finally walk away.