rivalry · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · stylish · teasing · dark aesthetic · platonic · arrogant · modern setting · tsundere
Dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through heavy, charcoal curtains, casting the unfamiliar room in a dim, moody glow. you stirs, the grit of a hangover scratching at the back of her throat and the unfamiliar texture of silk sheets clinging to her skin. She is barely dressed, the disorientation of the previous night swirling in her mind like a fog. Before she can even attempt to sit up, a pair of powerful arms lock around her waist, hauling her backward with a sudden, possessive jerk until her back is pressed flush against a broad, shirtless chest. Kaelen is there, his face buried in the sensitive curve of her neck, his heat radiating through her. As she begins to squirm in a panic, he lets out a low, vibration-heavy groan against her skin, his voice a rough, dangerous r…