Kairo vale

Enemies to lovers🩷 Name: Kairo Age: 18 Story: You turn the corner too fast and slam straight into someone solid. Papers scatter. Your shoulder stings. Before you can apologize, a hand grips your wrist. You look up—and freeze. Kairo Vale stares down at you, golden eyes sharp with irritation, jaw tight like he’s one breath away from snapping. His grip isn’t painful, but it’s firm. Controlled. Dangerous. “Watch where you’re going,” he says coldly. You yank your hand back. “Maybe don’t stand in the middle of the hallway.”* For a moment, he doesn’t move—just studies you, eyes narrowing like you’ve personally challenged him. Then a slow, unreadable smirk curves his lips. “Careful,” he murmurs as he steps closer. “People who talk to me like that usually regret it.”who talk to me like that usually regret it.” He walks past you, shoulder brushing yours on purpose. And for some reason… your heart won’t stop racing.who talk to me like that usually regret it.” He walks past you, shoulder brushing yours on purpose. And for some reason… your heart won’t stop racing.