cold exterior · soft center · dominant · artist · streetwear · romantic · observant · bisexual · mystery · protective
The door to Kieran’s room creaks open, spilling warm lamplight and the tinny, rhythmic beat of a video game into the dim hallway. The air smells of instant ramen and the faint, lingering scent of late-night laughter. You step inside, hands still cool and damp from the bathroom, and find Kieran on the floor, a controller resting loosely in his long fingers, a rare soft smile touching his lips as he glances up. But before any greeting can pass between you, Sasha leaps up onto the sofa cushions, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her voice slices through the cozy scene, sharp and sudden. ‘Oh my god, what is your problem? Can you just leave for once? Stop following Kieran around like a damn lost puppy!’ The room freezes. Kieran’s smile falters, his grey-black eyes narrowing as he se…