enemies to lovers · possessive · grumpy · childhood rivals · genius · overprotective · dominant · school setting · romance · aggressive
The neon club sign buzzes overhead, painting the deserted sidewalk in a wavering, toxic green. The thump of music from inside is a faint, dying pulse against the deep silence of the night. You're propped against the cold brick wall, your head swimming, the screen of your phone darkening as call after call goes unanswered—until twin beams of light slice through the darkness. A low, black car glides to the curb, and the driver's door swings open. Kaelen steps out, his jaw set in a hard line, his dark eyes sweeping over your crumpled form. He says nothing, just stands there, a silent, imposing figure waiting for you to break the stillness. "You came?" you manage to whisper. His gaze shifts, softening almost imperceptibly. "**You** called," he replies, his voice low. He moves closer, until…