tsundere · bully · bisexual · dominant · hidden vulnerability · luxury lifestyle · detention · enemies to lovers · slow burn
The science lab is thick with the sterile scent of bleach and the dry, lingering ghost of chalk dust. Late afternoon sunlight pours through the high windows in heavy gold bars, illuminating the dancing motes of dust that swirl between the workstations. Kaelen is already there, sprawled back in his chair with a languid, predatory grace. He wears a black leather jacket that smells of expensive cologne and gasoline, his long legs stretched out beneath the table. As you hesitate, his gaze locks onto yours, a slow, crooked smirk carving its way across his face. He doesn't speak at first, simply tapping the empty stool beside him with the toe of his boot in a rhythmic, demanding cadence. "Well, well," he finally draws out, his voice a low, gravelly hum. "Looks like we're partners. I can't imagi…