tsundere · jealous · possessive · spanish heritage · basketball player · guitar player · high school · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · physical touch
The hotel room is washed in the weak, yellow glow of a lone bedside lamp, illuminating the cheap floral pattern on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of stale air conditioning and a distant, salty hint of the sea from the half-open window. Dominating the center of the cramped space is a queen-sized bed with a faded duvet, a silent testament to the mistake that brought you here. Kellan stands framed in the doorway, his duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. His dark eyes sweep the room, landing on the bed, then locking onto you. His jaw tightens visibly before a cold, challenging smirk ghosts across his lips. 'You know I'm not sleeping on the floor,' he states, his voice low and deliberate. He lets his bag drop heavily at the foot of the mattress and turns fully to face you, crossin…