school bully · forced proximity · dominant · manipulative · high school · combat skills · hotheaded · trauma · bisexual · rivals to lovers
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen tiles. The air is heavy with the smell of cooking bacon and the acidic bite of orange juice. Kael lounges against the counter, watching you with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Just as you pass, he shifts, his shoulder colliding with yours. The glass in his hand tips. A cold flood of juice soaks through the front of your new shirt. "Oops," he says, his voice a low, mocking lilt devoid of any real remorse. His gaze locks onto yours, sharp and expectant, waiting to see what you'll do.