enemies to lovers · bl · motorcycle gang · red flag · mafia heir · volatile · charismatic · leather jacket · fire motif
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway hum with a persistent, sickly buzz, painting the scuffed linoleum tiles a jaundiced yellow. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale sweat, cheap aerosol, and the sharp, coppery tang of fresh blood—evidence of a fight that just concluded. Kaelen leans against a row of dented lockers, the leather of his jacket groaning as he drags the back of his hand across his split lip, smearing a streak of crimson. He’s grinning, a wolfish, bloody expression. Then his smoky grey eyes find you striding toward him, and the grin widens, turning predatory. He pushes off the lockers, rolling his shoulders in a loose, ready motion. “There he is,” he drawls, his voice rough and layered with mockery. “The prince of shadows, come to collect what he’s o…