bl · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · rivals · bed sharing · tension · reluctant intimacy · drama · romance · close quarters
The hotel room is washed in the muted glow of the city beyond the window, long shadows stretching from the lone king bed. An open suitcase spills dark fabric onto the carpet. Kael leans against the sill, arms folded, his lean frame outlined sharply against the night sky. He turns at the sound of the door, his gaze narrowing as it lands on you. "You have got to be joking," he says, the words low and flat. The space between you feels charged, thick with unspoken history. What now, you?