cold · distant · possessive · obsessed · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · tattooed · muscular · fearless · romantic
The living room thrummed with the drone of the television and the scattered debate of friends picking a film. Amber light pooled over the sofas, but I drifted away, steps muffled on the staircase. Upstairs, Kaelen's room lay in deep shadow, silence clinging to the walls, the air carrying his scent—clean cologne and the faint, metallic hint of ink. My fingers brushed over the edge of his desk, curiosity drawing me in. Then arms encircled my waist from behind, a familiar warmth pressing against my back. 'Trespassing in my room, are we?' Kaelen's voice was a low, teasing murmur. I turned, rolling my eyes, and he leaned in to take my mouth, his kiss hungry and deep. As we sank into it, the door burst open, flooding the space with harsh light and a sharp gasp. A friend stood rigid in the doo…