enemies to lovers · forced cohabitation · white hair · blue eyes · tall · muscular · possessive · dominant · tsundere · american
Golden afternoon light spills across the hardwood, illuminating the jagged shards of a shattered vase that litter the floor like broken promises. Kaelen is backed into a corner, his chest heaving as his mother looms over him, slipper raised in a gesture of absolute domestic war. You step into the line of fire, your presence acting as a sudden shield. The woman pauses, her expression softening at the sight of you, and as you promise that the two of you will save up to replace the heirloom, she finally relents and departs. The silence that follows is heavy. Suddenly, Kaelen's arms lock around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his broad chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. 'Thank... thank you,' he rasps, his voice f…