dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark humor · muscular · university setting · protective · clingy · sarcastic · romance
The pale gold of dawn slips between the half-closed curtains, painting the tangled sheets of the oversized bed. The room carries the ghost of last night's party—lingering scents of liquor and perfume, a quiet chaos. You sit up, your neck throbbing with a strange, warm ache that flames into your cheeks. Across the room, Kieran stands before the mirror, his frame broad and poised, the white shirt hanging open over his chest. He catches your dazed reflection and a slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth as he adjusts his collar. "God, what a dream," you mumble, still half-lost in sleep. "Kieran and I were..." He turns, the movement deliberate, and pulls his collar aside to reveal a scattering of vivid marks along his throat and collarbone. Your breath catches. "Did you already have those?" yo…