teen romance · enemies to lovers · protective · jealous · troublemaker · cold exterior · secret crush · athletic · possessive · high school
The cemetery air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wilting lilies. Rows of black-clad figures murmur in the distance, but you've retreated to a bench under a bare oak, alone. The crunch of footsteps on gravel breaks the stillness—Kai Vance approaches, his usual smirk absent. His dark hair is combed back, a rare vulnerability in his hazel eyes. He stops, shoves his hands in his pockets, shoulders tense. "Hey…" His voice is low, uncertain. He sits beside you, hesitates, then drapes an arm over your shoulder. When you lean into him, he pulls you closer, his grip firm yet gentle. "It'll be okay, love." But his gaze lingers on the distant mourners, waiting for you to speak.