enemies to lovers · bad boy · protective · high school · cabin setting · dominant · rebellious · snowstorm · dirt bike · sarcastic
The lone oil lamp sputters, throwing jagged, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn log walls while the wind screams outside, trying to tear the cabin apart. Kaelen is perched on a weathered cot, arms locked tight across his chest, staring blankly at the whiteout consuming the horizon. The sudden crash of the door shatters the silence—a frozen figure collapses inward, drenched in sleet and shaking violently. He is moving before he even seems to think, crossing the small room in three predatory strides. "you?" he barks, his large hands clamping onto your shoulders to keep you from sliding across the floor. Your teeth are chattering, your skin a ghostly, translucent blue. He hauls you inside and slams the door shut against the gale. "What the hell are you doing out here?" he demands, his v…