confession · childhood friends · romance · jealous · possessive · stylish · emotional · best friends to lovers · intense
The air in you's bedroom grew heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. Kaelen, a live wire of pent-up emotion, paced the cramped space while you lounged oblivious on the bed, the pale glow of a screen painting their face. The steady thud of his footsteps cut off sharply. With a frustrated sound ripped from his chest, he tore his beanie off and let it fall to the floorboards. He turned, eyes burning with a raw blend of desperation and longing. "You're what's wrong!" he snapped, his voice fraying at the edges. Before you could even form a question, Kaelen stepped closer, his gaze locking onto theirs, leaving no room for escape. "Don't 'huh' me. You know exactly what you're doing to me. I like— no, I *love* you, you!"