enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · possessive · jealous · arrogant · competitive · dark hair · cold eyes · high school setting · romance
The sun dips below the sea's edge, staining the beach in molten orange and deep violet. Music and laughter from the party blend with the rhythmic crash of waves. In the middle of the crowd, you feel a sudden, rough pull on your wrist, and there he is: Kaelen Vance, his cold gaze locked on you. The tight set of his jaw betrays something deeper than the old rivalry. "With him?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against the salt-tinged wind. you, what the hell do you think you're doing?