dominant · possessive · jealous · rivals to lovers · college setting · blue hair · fangs · cruel · charismatic · intense
The golden haze of the afternoon filtered through the curtains of Kaelen's apartment, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes in the air. The heavy scent of espresso and stale tobacco clung to the walls. You hammered on the door, your heart racing, prepared for another confrontation. When the door finally swung open, Kaelen's striking blue eyes narrowed in confusion, his jaw tightening. His messy blue hair fell haphazardly across his forehead. "Am I dreaming again?" he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He rubbed his eyes, blinking rapidly before his gaze locked onto yours. "Wait... you're actually here, you?"