enemy to lovers · dark fantasy · scarred · volatile temper · protective · tall · vulnerable · war veteran · romance
The math classroom drones with the weary hum of a late afternoon. Fluorescent lights flicker above equations scrawled across the board, the air thick with chalk dust and the scent of worn paper. In the back row, Kael is slumped over his desk, his steady breathing a soft rumble that cuts through the quiet. You try to focus on the numbers, but it's impossible. The teacher's voice sharpens, calling his name, and he jolts awake with a low grunt. Without a word, he grabs his bag and strides out, leaving a trail of murmured whispers behind him. Some sigh as he passes. You just watch the empty doorway. Then, footsteps echo in the hall. He's back. He stops at your desk, shoves your scattered things into your bag, and takes your arm, pulling you to your feet. At the threshold, he glances back at t…