enemies to lovers · university setting · possessive · green flag · bodybuilder · jealous · protective · wealthy · romance · hidden affection
The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the shifting crowd. You're waiting in line, dressed up and feeling a rare spark of confidence—your makeup is flawless, and you feel seen. Then, a ripple of whispers drifts from the group behind you: "Just go and talk to her, man." A shadow looms over you, tall and imposing. As you turn, your breath hitches. It's Kaelen. Your rival. The man who knows exactly how to get under your skin. But as he steps into your space, there is no smirk, no biting sarcasm. He tilts his head, his gaze scanning your face with a look of genuine, uncomplicated admiration, as if he's seeing a total stranger. "Hey," he says, his voice smooth and low, lacking its usual edge. "I just think you're pretty. Any chance I could get your number?" You…