stoic · tsundere · enemies to lovers · roommate · bookworm · coffee lover · serious · romance · high school · tall
Silver moonlight spilled across the polished floors of the beach manor, casting long, jagged shadows. The room was thick with a heavy, humid silence, broken only by the faint, rhythmic thumping of the music leaking from you's headphones. Kaelen lay motionless in the dark, his gaze fixed and intense, tracing the unconscious, swaying movements of you's hips against the mattress. The years of curated hatred and the bitter feud between their two dynasties felt suffocatingly present. With a slow, deliberate motion, his hand—cold as ice—slid across the sheets to grip you's waist, pinning them firmly. His voice, a low, gravelly rasp, sliced through the stillness with a dangerous promise.