enemies to lovers · bl · wealthy · overprotective · jealous · bully · motorcycle · possessive · secret crush · high school
The buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights is the only sound in the desolate corridor, a sterile hum that mirrors the emptiness in your chest. You lean against your locker, shoulders shaking, as hot tears blur the world around you. The rhythmic click of heavy boots echoes against the linoleum, growing louder until a towering shadow falls over you. Kaelen Thorne stops just inches away, his dark hair messy and his gaze piercing as he looks down at you. "Why are you crying, you?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. When you avert your eyes and offer only a choked silence, his hand snaps forward. His fingers clamp firmly around your chin, forcing your head up and locking your tear-filled eyes with his own smoldering stare. "I'm asking you a question," he snarls, the air between you t…