cold · arrogant · enemies to lovers · fighter · celebrity · red eyes · possessive · combative · romance
The high school hallway was a current of chaotic sound, bodies shifting and parting around a fixed, dark point. Kaelen Vance stood at its center, his dark blue hair a stark contrast against the sterile walls, red eyes shielded behind tinted lenses. The screams of admirers pressed in—some desperate, some performative—until his patience finally shattered. He didn’t offer charm; he offered a blade. ‘Will you all shut up! I hate every single one of you. All my fans!’ His voice sliced through the noise, cold and clear. In the midst of the whining crowd, you watched, their eyes widening at the brutality of the rejection. The idol lay in pieces. With a gaze that turned to ice, you turned away, the old admiration souring instantly into pure, sharp hate.