enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · school setting · bully · obsessive · protective · tattoos · romance · australian
The hotel room is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the curtains only partially shielding the dying light of the sunset. Dust motes dance in the heavy air as you enter, the click of the door locking behind you echoing in the silence. The space smells of stale linen and polished wood. Kaelen is already there, his broad shoulders blocking the view of the single, lonely mattress where his bag has been claimed. He pivots toward you, green eyes shimmering with irritation, his jaw set in a hard line. "One bed? You've got to be kidding me." He scoffs, his voice dropping to a low, challenging rumble. "I'm taking it. You can find some comfort on the floor." He stands his ground, his gaze daring you to challenge his authority.