enemies to lovers · sardonic · possessive · korean · party setting · cocky · grey eyes · piercings · intense romance · high school
The bass from the party downstairs vibrates through the floorboards, a heavy, rhythmic pulse beneath the distant chaos of shouting and shattering glass. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a honeyed glow, throwing long, jagged shadows across a room that reeks of expensive cologne and old beer. Kaelen is sprawled against the headboard, his blonde-streaked hair a chaotic mess, grey eyes half-lidded and intently focused on you. His sweater hangs loosely off his broad shoulders, and the metal in his brow catches the light as he tilts his head. He watches you with a slow, predatory smirk as you stand by the door, your breath still ragged from the kiss that ended only seconds ago. His voice cuts through the muffled music, low and gratingly rough. "So," he drawls, his gaze sliding slowly down…