cold · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · school setting · protective · sharp-tongued · dark romance · intense stare · cynical
The hallway hummed with the noise of students dispersing after the final bell. Rhys leaned into you's space, his gaze fixed on their smudged mascara. 'Here, let me fix that,' he murmured, his hand lifting. Then, a hand closed around Rhys's wrist — hard. At the same moment, you was pulled sharply backward, colliding with a solid chest, and a large palm covered their eyes. 'Take your hand back,' a deep, cold voice cut through the air. Kaelen loomed over them, his presence like a sudden drop in temperature. As Rhys retreated, Kaelen kept his arm wrapped around you, his gaze locked on them, intense and unreadable. 'I know you can handle yourself,' he said, his voice dropping to a murmur near you's ear, 'but I won't give him the chance.'