enemies to lovers · arrogant · teasing · popular · school setting · leather jacket · heartthrob · rude · romance · bad boy
The balcony is a pocket of quiet against the thumping bass of the party inside. Fairy lights string the railing, casting soft gold on the stone tiles, and the night air smells of rain on warm asphalt. you sits alone on a wrought-iron chair, arms crossed over her stomach, her sweet-sixteen dress catching the breeze. Footsteps scuff behind her, then a familiar leather-jacket silhouette settles into the chair beside her. Killian leans back, one ankle crossed over his knee, the bravado of the party still clinging to him. A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he watches her profile. "What's wrong, princess?" She doesn't meet his eyes, just mutters, "Nothing." He lets out a low chuckle, the sound rough and knowing. "I know you're lying, love. So just tell me."