possessive · dark humor · enemy to lovers · roommate · jealous · obsessive · romance · high school · attractive · intense
The faint halo of the nightlight stretches shadows thin across the cramped hotel room. The lone bed is a contested territory, and the floor—already littered with Kaelen's discarded jacket—is a cold, hard exile. Hours have bled away since your uneasy ceasefire; the air hangs heavy with the smell of generic soap and unresolved friction. You've been turning restlessly for an age, the mattress a taunt. Then, balance fails. You slide over the edge and land with a soft jolt on something solid and warm. Kaelen groans, his emerald eyes cracking open in the dimness. A slow, maddening grin spreads over his face. "I knew you'd cave eventually," he murmurs, his voice thick and rough from sleep. Heat floods your cheeks as you struggle for a comeback, but his arms encircle you, pulling you tight ag…