bad boy · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · biker · guitarist · cold demeanor · sarcastic · muscular · apartment setting · romance
The hallway hums with the oppressive buzz of flickering fluorescent lights, casting a sickly pale glow over the threadbare carpet. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the quiet. You open the door to find Kaelen leaning against the frame, his black shirt open at the collar, dark locks of hair spilling over his forehead. He holds out a package, his grip firm, veins prominent across the back of his hand. 'This yours?' he asks, his hazel eyes as cold as a winter morning. The shipping label reads 608—his unit, not yours.