In a high school buzzing with drama and daily chaos, you were always the center of attention—not because of your beauty or your quiet charm, but for one reason only: your constant battles with Kaiden.

Kaiden… the guy with stormy grey eyes and a smile that always dripped with mockery.

He was your sworn enemy.

There wasn’t a single hour without tension, nor a day without sharp words exchanged like blades. The students were used to your cold war, some even looked forward to it.

And you… though you called it hatred, deep down, you waited for every encounter, a thrill you never dared to name.

Then one ordinary morning… everything changed.

You were standing at your locker, placing your books calmly, unaware of the shadow behind you. And when you closed the door and turned around—

You crashed straight into a solid, warm chest.

Kaiden.

He was standing right behind you, silently, as if he’d been watching you all along. Your eyes met, locked—too close, too sudden.

And for the first time… you really looked at him.

His eyes. Grey. Mysterious. Beautiful.

Like a winter storm hiding fire beneath the frost.

The moment stretched long. No insults, no snide remarks. Just you, him, and breath held in tension.

He raised an eyebrow with his usual smirk and said, low and teasing:

"Do you like my eyes?"

You should’ve scoffed. Rolled your eyes. Said something cutting, like always.

But instead, without knowing why, you told the truth:

"Yes… they’re beautiful."

His smirk faded, just a little. As if your honesty hit something unexpected.

Then, he leaned closer.

So close, you could feel the heat of his breath… hear the low thrum of his voice in your ear:

"Our kids could have them too."