tsundere · school setting · muscular · heterochromia · secret crush · possessive · boxing · high school · enemies to lovers
A bitter wind screamed across the hotel parking lot, slicing through your thin long-sleeve shirt like shards of glass. Your classmates clustered together, their breaths forming ghostly clouds in the frigid air, while the teacher argued with the receptionist behind the fogged glass doors. You hugged yourself, teeth chattering uncontrollably, when a sudden, heavy warmth descended over your shoulders. The scent of clean cotton and a faint, spicy cologne wrapped around you. You turned. Kieran Vale stood there, his jacket now yours, his mismatched gaze—one blue, one hazel-green—fixed intently on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. 'Better?' he asked, his voice a low rumble. You managed a shaky, disbelieving laugh. 'Since when were you nice?' He stepped closer,…