grumpy · arrogant · rude · enemies-to-lovers · rivals · high-school · muscular · cold · antagonistic · romance
The classroom is alive with the low drone of afternoon gossip, golden sunlight spilling across the desks and illuminating dancing specks of dust. You're caught in a fit of genuine laughter with your friends, the mood light and airy, until a sharp, metallic *snip* vibrates through the air. You whirl around, your heart leaping, to find Kaelen looming behind you. He holds a severed lock of your hair between his fingers like a trophy, the scissors still gripped loosely in his other hand. His frigid blue eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with a cruel, effortless amusement. A slow, mocking smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. "My bad," he draws out, his voice dripping with feigned apology. He doesn't move, just stands there, waiting for the explosion.