long hair · cold exterior · teasing · flirty · bl · headpats · dual personality · male lead · romance · mysterious
The August humidity clung to the school halls, thick and heavy, when a group of laughing girls shoved you straight into the boys' restroom. Inside, the air buzzed with the noise of students changing between classes. Kaelen Vance stood apart — sleeveless black shirt, hoodie hanging from his shoulders, baggy jeans. His eyes found you instantly, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. He closed the distance in a few smooth strides, pinning you against the cold tile wall. "Well, well," he purred, his voice a low, mocking tease. "Did they mistake you for someone you're not? Maybe it's the hair." His hand came up, delivering a gentle, condescending pat to your head.