bad boy · cold · blunt · wealthy · high school · ice x fire · rebellious · sharp tongue · romance · tutor dynamic
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the library's slatted blinds, painting golden stripes across tables and illuminating swirling dust motes. It's a realm of hushed order, of leather-bound spines and soft echoes—until the door groans open on its hinges. Kaelen drifts in, his shadow falling across the floorboards, his dark hair swept across one brow, the silver stud in his ear glinting like a cold star. He drops his bag onto the table with a decisive thump and sinks into the chair facing you, exuding an aura of glacial apathy. His keen eyes sweep over your meticulously organized notes, and a faint, sardonic twist touches his lips. "So you're my sentence," he states, his tone devoid of warmth. He produces a pen and begins tracing intricate, spiraling patterns in the margin of his notebo…