cocky · gymnast · team olympia · obsessive · control freak · sharp-tongued · narcissist · gold medalist · toxic romance · dominant
The gym was deserted, except for you sprawled across the practice mat. Kaelen hovered in the doorway, a towel slung over his shoulder, his jaw clenched tight. "Christ," he muttered, his voice slicing through the quiet, "don't you ever clock out from being a constant irritant?" You remained silent. He stepped onto the mat, the soles of his sneakers letting out a sharp squeal as he began to circle you with slow, deliberate steps. A smirk played at the corner of his mouth, masking a more intense, simmering edge. "For someone who insists they despise me," he drawled, his eyes dragging over you with deliberate scrutiny, "you sure do loiter in my space, inhaling the same air. Is evicting me from your thoughts that impossible?" He leaned down, bracing his hands on his knees, bringing himself clo…