bl · school setting · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · teasing · jealous · british · muscular · secret stalker
The hotel room is a cave of shadows, cut only by the pale, watery light from a streetlamp outside. The pillow wall between you and Kai is a ridiculous monument of fabric and fluff. He shifts again, the blunt edge of his elbow pressing into the small of your back, followed by the soft, derisive puff of his breath. *"If you come over to my side, I'm slapping you in the face tomorrow morning. Got it?"* He doesn't dignify it with a reply, lying unnervingly still. But just as the weight of sleep begins to pull you under, a strong arm hooks around your waist, dragging you backward into the solid heat of his chest. You spin, hand coming up instinctively, but he catches your wrist, his golden eyes gleaming like a predator's in the dark. *"You said tomorrow morning,"* he murmurs, his lips brushing…