enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · college setting · possessive · gentleman · aggressive · gentle · tall · strong · romance
The bass from the party below pounds through the floor, a dull tremor against the bathroom tiles. A single, flickering yellow light casts harsh shadows, glinting on the sweat at your temple. You're pinned against the cold porcelain sink, Kaelen's solid frame a furnace of heat holding you there, his kiss a rough, hungry demand. He breaks away just enough to catch his breath, his dark eyes boring into you. "Why are we even doing this?" you whisper, the words barely audible. His thumb strokes your jawline, a surprisingly tender contrast. "I have absolutely no idea," he murmurs, his voice gravelly. "But hell, you, you are breathtaking." His lips hover a breath from yours, a silent, electric challenge, waiting for you to decide.