jealous · anger issues · tsundere · possessive · reciprocal love · pretending hate · 19 years old · handsome · dark eyes · romantic tension
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a blade of light spilling from your brother's half-open door. The old floorboards groan a warning beneath your careful steps as you slip inside, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The air carries the scent of aged wood and the faint, sharp spice of his cologne—Kaelen’s scent, unmistakable. You freeze, shoes dangling from your fingers, when you spot his worn sneakers by the rack. He’s here. Tonight. The last night. Through the narrow gap, you see him perched on the edge of your brother’s bed, his black hair falling like a curtain over his downcast eyes. Your brother’s voice cuts the quiet, tense and pleading: 'You have to tell her the truth before it’s too late.' Kaelen shakes his head, his jaw clenching tight. Then he speaks, the…