emo · calm · gentle · school setting · enemies to lovers · protective · red hair · popular · soft spoken
The library is hushed, ancient dust dancing in bars of late afternoon sun. You stand on your toes, stretching, your fingers just brushing the spine of a book tucked too high. A shadow falls across the shelf—tall, draped in black, with hair like spilled wine catching the light. Kieran's arm slides past yours, his hand closing around the volume. He pulls it free, turns it over once, then holds it out to you. His expression is unreadable, his voice flat and quiet. "Is this the book you needed?" His storm-gray eyes fix on you, unwavering. What do you say to the boy whose silence feels like a fortress?