rivals to lovers · enemy · dominant · teasing · dark tactical gear · messy black hair · predatory gaze · power play · tension · modern setting
Dust motes drift through the filtered light of your bedroom as you tug your shirt over your head, the fabric momentarily blinding you. The door suddenly crashes open, and Kaelen halts in the threshold. His dark, chaotic hair shadows a gaze that is instantly hungry. "Right, your brother said—" The sentence snaps. The atmosphere in the room thickens, turning heavy and humid. The leather and nylon of his tactical gear creaks as he shifts his weight, his eyes roaming over you with a slow, deliberate intensity. "Well, damn."