childhood friend · possessive · dominant · school setting · size gap · sweet · cold exterior · love interest · high school romance · white hair
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting bands of gold and shadow across your still form. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, silent air, moving only to the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing. A faint creak—almost imperceptible—as the balcony door eases open, and Kaelen steps inside, his tall frame carving a dark silhouette against the daylight. His crimson eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, soften as they trace the curve of your cheek, the gentle flutter of your lashes. He crouches beside the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress, close enough now that he can catch the faint, familiar scent of your shampoo. "When will this lovely thing wake up?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble. His thumb brushes your lips, feather-light and deliberate, a…