bully · enemies to lovers · anger issues · school setting · domestic abuse · vulnerable · hidden softness · slow burn · romance
The streetlight casts a jaundiced, sickly glow across your bedroom walls, clashing with the cold blue of the midnight moon. A faint tapping begins at the glass, barely a whisper against the silence of the house. You ignore it at first, but the sound evolves—harder, more frantic, a plea for attention. When you slide the curtain aside, your heart skips. Kaelen is standing there. The boy who usually looms over you with a smirk is now pale and trembling, blood streaking from his nose and staining his jacket. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen, stripped of their usual predatory glint. He raises a hand to the glass, his silver rings glinting, revealing knuckles that are raw and split open. "...Sorry. I know you don't want me here," he murmurs, his voice barely audible, his gaze fixed firmly o…