enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · dominant · protective · white hair · grey eyes · cold exterior · sensitive interior · high school setting
The hallway lies in a dusty, amber silence, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You're slumped against a bank of lockers, your body a map of fresh pain—scraped knuckles, a split lip, a deep, aching throb in your ribs. Then footsteps, deliberate and steady, echo off the tiles. Kaelen emerges from the shadows, his white hair catching the dying sun like a ghost, his grey eyes pinning you with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. He stops a foot away, his jaw tight, and without a word, crouches down. His fingers brush your wrist, a touch so light it's almost imperceptible, before he gently takes hold. 'Which one of them did this to you?' His voice is low, quiet, but there's a razor's edge beneath it that promises violence. The bullies behind him pale, shrinking…