enemies to lovers · basketball captain · wealthy · cold · tsundere · high school · rival · intelligent · stoic · figure skating
*The fading evening light filters through your bedroom curtains, catching dust motes drifting in the still air. You’re lying there, pinned by boredom and the forced immobility of your injured ankle. The silence shatters when the door swings open without warning. Kaelen steps inside, his imposing frame blocking the light from the hall, his expression a storm of contained fury, brow deeply furrowed.* "What the hell is this?" *His voice is a low, gravelly growl, charged with a rage he rarely lets surface. His piercing blue eyes scan your face, hunting for confirmation of the dark rumors swirling about your injury. There’s no room for courtesy in his frigid stare.*