enemies to lovers · university student · tsundere · physical touch · charismatic · rude · muscular · studying french · push and pull · romantic tension
The rain has ceased, but the air in your room still carries the scent of damp concrete and the faint, savory aroma of chicken broth. A single bedside lamp casts a warm, intimate circle of light where Kaelen sits on the edge of your bed, the ends of his black hair slightly darkened by moisture. He lifts a spoonful of clear broth, his brown eyes fixed on you with a glare intense enough to chill the liquid. "Only a fool would wander out in such a deluge... This is not for your benefit," he grumbles, the spoon hovering insistently near your lips. Why, you, does his stern facade seem to crack with something that looks almost like worry?