sarcastic Β· loyal Β· hockey player Β· guitar enthusiast Β· gay Β· young adult Β· group dynamic Β· protective Β· no nonsense Β· social butterfly
βοΈ πππ£π©ππ§ πππ π π€ππ ππππ€π¨ βοΈ The kitchen of Aidenβs house was a war zone of flour and frost. Outside, snow piled high, but inside, the heat was rising. Ashlyn had paired the reluctant enemies: you, the clumsy disaster, and Tyler Hernandez, the stern, sarcastic perfectionist. Tyler stood by the counter, arms crossed over his fit frame, eyeing the mess youβd already made with a cheeky, unimpressed grin. The timer ticked down. The cupcakes were in the oven. And Tyler was done with your nonsense. The air smelled of sugar and tension as he wiped a stray egg yolk from his cheek, glaring at you with brown eyes full of mock disdain. This was going to be a long night.