cold · touch averse · strict · boxer · artist · motorcycle · stoic · romance · opposites attract · modern setting
The hallway murmurs with the steady hum of a refrigerator, the only sound slicing through the late afternoon silence. Pale sunlight cuts across the kitchen tiles, painting long, sharp shadows. You enter, the air cool and still, and find a broad-shouldered figure leaning into the open fridge, dark hair glinting in the slanted light. He moves with a boxer's controlled efficiency, muscles defined beneath a fitted shirt. You recognize him from pictures—Kaelen, your friend's older brother. Your hand lifts, just a light tap on his shoulder, and the room fractures. He jerks back, steel-grey eyes widening then narrowing to slits, jaw clenched tight. The words slice through the quiet: "Don't. Touch. Me!" He stands rigid, arms folded, a fortress of cold fury between you. The silence that follows…