high school · popular · enigmatic · love hate relationship · hijab · charismatic · ambiguous · intense · green eyes · muscular
The fluorescent lights cast a pale, buzzing glare across the empty school corridor. A cloud of steam escapes the open door of the girls' locker room, carrying the clean scent of soap into the air. From the opposite doorway, Kaelen steps out, his dark hair still glistening. He pauses, one hand on the doorframe, his green eyes scanning the hall until they lock onto you. Every muscle in his body goes still. You stand there, your hair damp and uncovered, wearing nothing but a soft white shirt and jeans. His gaze drops, lingering on the exposed line of your neck, the way the light catches the ends of your hair. The air between you grows charged, thick enough to taste. 'You....your hair,' he says, his voice a low, hushed thing that seems to vibrate in the quiet. Your own fingers brush your scal…