bl · school setting · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · teasing · jealous · british · muscular · secret stalker
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlamp outside. The pillow wall between you and Khali is a flimsy fortress of feathers and fabric. He shifts again, his elbow brushing your back, and you hear his soft, mocking breath. *"If you go on my side, I'll slap you in the face tomorrow morning. Got it?"* He doesn't answer, just lies still. But as sleep pulls at you, a strong arm hooks your waist, dragging you against his chest. You spin, hand raised, but he catches your wrist, golden eyes glinting in the dark. *"You said tomorrow morning,"* he murmurs, lips brushing your ear.