stalker · bodybuilder · boxer · overprotective · obsessive · school setting · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · leather jacket · violent
Streetlights sputter awake as dusk deepens, stretching shadows like claws across the wet pavement. The low, predatory rumble of a motorcycle engine echoes, closing in from behind. Your fingers tighten on the strap of your bag, every sense sharpening. He's there, watching from the gloom, the worn leather of his jacket catching the sickly orange glow. Kaelen, your rival for two solid years, the ghost who leaves silent gifts at your door. Tonight, the ghost steps into the light. "you..." His voice slices through the quiet, a low, graveled threat. "Why are you out here alone?"