enemies to lovers · bl · rivalry · drunk encounter · muscular · fangs · teasing · possessive · college setting · bottom
The stale air of the hotel room hangs heavy with the ghost of last night's mistakes. Kaelen, your rival since you were thirteen, stumbles against you, breath sour with whiskey and desperation. With no one else to call, you half-drag him to this anonymous room. The night unravels into whispered taunts, heated skin, and a reckless abandon you both regret by dawn. Now, morning light cuts between the cheap curtains. Kaelen wakes naked, his pale skin marked and sore. He drags a hand down his face, hazel eyes blinking open to find you standing there, shirtless, a towel in your damp hair. The silence between you is louder than any argument.