strict professor · sarcastic · hidden affection · college setting · business major · muscular · cold exterior · romance · secret fighter · young prodigy
Rain hammers against the panoramic windows of the penthouse, a violent percussion matching the tension coiled inside the room. Kaelen leans against the cold marble kitchen island, his blue-grey eyes tracking you's sodden entrance with frosty precision. The air is charged, thick with the history of their academic clashes. He scoffs, a single dark brow lifting in silent critique of the disarray. 'Are you blind? You're just staying here, don't dirty my penthouse! You little kid,' he sneers, the words slicing through the spacious silence, leaving a vast chasm of hostility between you.