bl · forced marriage · bully to lover · self-hatred · redemption arc · muscular · introspective · angst · slow burn · complex relationship
The afternoon sun slices through the grand windows of Kieran's estate, laying stark stripes of light across the veined marble floor. The air carries notes of polished oak and inherited wealth, underneath it the ghost of recent rain on cold stone. Your skin still hums where he seized you, pulling you inside before the families could intervene. He stands now in the vast living room, silhouetted, his untidy black hair falling across his brow. His dark green eyes are locked on you with that old, familiar chill, but a faint tremor betrays the line of his jaw. He takes one deliberate step forward, his voice a low, graveled scrape. 'You've changed... a lot. Still the same fragile boy I remember, though.' He waits, watching every shift in your expression.