angst · stepbrother · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · grief · high school · mean guy · family drama · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly, pale light. A river of students flows past, a blur of indistinct chatter and slamming metal locker doors. You're taking a step when Kael Vance's shoulder drives into yours—a deliberate, solid impact. He doesn't stumble or give an inch; he simply stops, his cold gaze locking onto you with unmistakable contempt. "Can't you watch where you're going?" His words are sharp as glass. "Why do you always have to ruin my mood? My entire day?" He lets out a frustrated groan, the sound cutting through the stale air. What were you expecting, you?