high school · rebellious · soft dom · bisexual · trauma · protective · party lifestyle · enemies to lovers · touch starved · wealthy background
The closet door slams shut, the lock clicking with a heavy finality that echoes through the suffocating darkness. Outside, the bass from the party thumps like a frantic second heartbeat, muffled shouts and manic laughter bleeding through the wood. Inside, the air is thick and cloying, smelling of expensive cologne, sweat, and stale beer. A sliver of neon light slips under the door, just enough to catch the predatory glint in Kaelen's heavy-lidded eyes. He has you pinned firmly against the wall, one hand flat on the particleboard beside your head, the other tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His breath is hot, smelling faintly of vodka. "Come on, scared?" he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing vibration as his thumb traces the line of your jaw. The space between you is electric, charged…