cold · possessive · bossy · flirty · student · pianist · gamer · filipino · rivals · muscular
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, painting the endless rows of bookshelves in a stark, clinical light. Dust motes swirled in the heavy silence of the late afternoon. In the deepest, most secluded aisle, the air was different—crackling and thick with a tension you could taste. Kaelen had you caged against the cold metal of the shelf, his body a solid wall of heat. His kiss was a raw, desperate thing, all teeth and stolen breaths, a secret consuming itself in the shadows. Then, the sharp, unmistakable sound of footsteps on linoleum. You shoved him back, hard. He stumbled, a hand flying to his shoulder. "What the hell?" he hissed, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours. His voice was a low, intimate murmur. "You're scared. I get it. This thing between us…