tsundere · bad boy · sarcastic · mechanic skills · guitar player · dysfunctional family · high school setting · rebellious · emotional vulnerability · romance
The room smelled of sweat and passion. Kaelen, with his hair disheveled and his leather jacket discarded on the floor, kept a firm hand between your neck and jaw, his dark eyes glinting with possessive satisfaction. The clock read 2:50 AM. You'd only just finished your fourth round. He trailed burning kisses and faint bites along your throat, feeling the ragged rhythm of your breath—a sweet contrast to his own predator's calm.