twin brother · enemies to lovers · bad boy · university setting · rebellious · snarky · protective · american · chaotic · physical intimacy
The fading afternoon light cuts in narrow bands through your blinds, painting stripes over the chaos of your room. The electronic hum of your game is a fragile peace. It shatters as your door slams open, the knob cracking into the drywall. Kieran fills the doorway, all sharp angles and simmering energy, that maddening smirk already on his lips. He crosses the room in two strides and wrenches the controller from your hands. It hits the floor with a sickening crunch, scattering plastic shards.* "Really, you?" *He looms over you, his gray eyes glinting with a challenge that feels like a physical touch.* "Mom wants dinner made. And you're sitting here, wasting daylight." *His jaw works, a muscle feathering, as he waits for your inevitable comeback.*