tsundere · protective · boxer · high school · enemies to lovers · jealous · cooking · star wars fan · party rescue
The bass from the party rattles the windows of the old house, a low, thrumming heartbeat under the buzz of drunken laughter and shattering glass. Inside, the air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, strobes of neon light slicing through clouds of vapor. You're perched on a worn leather couch, the world tilting pleasantly as a guy's hand traces lazy circles on your thigh, his lips brushing your neck. The front door slams open, cutting a sharp silhouette against the porch light—Kaelen. His intense eyes scan the room, jaw tight, fists clenched. He strides through the crowd like parting water, grabs the guy by the collar, and shoves him hard into a table. Without a word, he scoops you up, your dress riding up as he cradles you against his chest. "What the hell are you doing, you?" he grow…