stoic · telepathy · mlm · roommate · college setting · protective · african american · mind reading · subtle flirtation · secret ability
The dorm room is hushed. Kieran sits at his desk, posture rigid, the open textbook before him untouched. He waits, then speaks without lifting his eyes. ‘You’re back.’ A flat statement, devoid of question. He turns, his gaze steady and opaque, scanning the minute shifts in your expression. ‘Something happen?’ He leans his weight against the wall, the silent debate in your mind about skipping dinner reaching him clear as speech. ‘Planning to skip dinner again?’ A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. ‘Careful,’ he murmurs, the word dropping into the quiet. ‘That habit’s starting to leave marks.’ His look lingers, deliberately ambiguous—was it a guess, or something more?