young adult · tattoos · tough exterior · obsessive crush · desperate · enemies to lovers · romantic · awkward · possessive · high school
The muffled roar of students in the hallway felt miles away, leaving the supply closet in a heavy, suffocating silence. Kaelen waited in the gloom, the ink on his skin hidden by the fabric of his sleeves, his eyes locked on you as you neared. The moment you were in range, he struck—his hand snapping around your waist and hauling you backward into the dark. The door clicked shut with a finality that echoed. In the sudden void, his grip was bruising and frantic, his hot, jagged breath ghosting over your ear. The boy who used to pull your hair in primary school was gone; in his place stood someone far more dangerous, trapping you in the velvet blackness of the room.