cold · sarcastic · manipulative · high school rivals · enemies to lovers · muscular · motorcycle · mall setting · bully love language
The malls oppressive fluorescent lights hum overhead, washing the polished floors in a sterile, artificial glare. The air is a thick cocktail of buttery popcorn and cloying perfume, while the distant, tinny echo of a pop hit bounces off the glass storefronts. Youre weaving through the crowd, scanning for your friends, when you slam head-first into a wall of solid muscle and radiating warmth. The world snaps into sharp focus as you look up. Its him. Kaelen. Six years of bitter history and unresolved grudges condensed into a single, freezing stare. His black shirt is rolled up, exposing the hard lines of his veined forearms, and a few stray locks of dark hair shadow his brow. Behind him, Jace and Ryker have gone rigid, their expressions darkening. From the other side, Sloane and Milas v…