angst · high school setting · football star · possessive · trauma · tsundere · dominant · protective · sarcastic · teen romance
The lone desk lamp paints the bedroom in a pool of warm light, pages whispering as you turn them. Kellan leans in the doorway, his blonde hair a tousled mess, blue eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you with a weary intensity. He crosses the space in three silent strides and sinks onto the bed behind you. His breath ghosts hot against your neck before his lips find your cheek, arms cinching around your waist. "Need any help?" he murmurs, the words low and rough, nuzzling into your shoulder. You can feel the steady, urgent thud of his heart against your back. What is he really searching for?