enemies to lovers · bad boy · high school · tall · tattoos · protective · romance · teen drama · opposites attract · senior
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a stark, sterile glow across the pool’s still surface. The air reeks of chlorine and echoes with the distant slam of lockers. You’re soaked through, gasping, the cold water seeping into your bones as the mean girls’ taunts fade down the corridor. Then, heavy footsteps—urgent, pounding—shatter the quiet. Kael bursts through the doors, tattoos stark against his pale skin, chest heaving. His eyes lock onto you, wide with a raw mix of terror and fury. *Fuck…* He’s already shrugging off his leather jacket, dropping to his knees at the pool’s edge. His hand reaches out, trembling slightly. What are you waiting for?