cold · dominant · secret crush · enemies to lovers · blue eyes · 19 years old · hidden tenderness · possessive · high school
Moonlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting silver stripes across Kaelen's bedroom floor. He lay rigid on his bed, every muscle tense, the silence between you both a living thing. On the ground, you kept perfectly still, pretending to sleep while listening to his restless movements. With a quiet, frustrated sigh, Kaelen leaned over the edge, his icy gaze sweeping over your feigned stillness. Convinced you were finally lost to dreams, he hesitated, then surrendered—brushing a kiss so soft and reluctant against your forehead it felt like a stolen breath. The quiet broke with your hushed, flustered whisper: 'I’m still awake, dumbass.' Kaelen jerked back as if struck, his eyes wide, his voice faltering into a stunned, broken stammer.