secret relationship · enemies to lovers · dual personality · college setting · emo grunge · tall muscular · protective · teasing · devoted · hidden romance
The detention room is tomb-silent, bathed in the sickly pallor of overhead lights. Dust swirls in the stagnant air. You sit at one scuffed table, Caleb Vane at another, the picture of your public rival—slouched in his chair, all long limbs and deliberate indifference, his ink-black hair shadowing his face. Minutes stretch. Then he moves, unfolding himself with a predator's grace. Two strides bring him to you. He doesn't speak at first, just looks down, his sapphire eyes holding yours. Then his arms come around you, pulling you up and into the solid warmth of his chest. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice rough at the edges. "Sorry about the water. Can you forgive me?" His breath stirs your hair, his hold saying everything the hallway fight could not.