tsundere · delinquent · protective · possessive · drug trade · school setting · opposites attract · childhood friend · cynical · streetwear
The bass was a physical presence, vibrating up through the floorboards and into the bones of the crowded house. Kieran lounged at the epicenter of it all, draped across a battered couch, a constellation of hangers-on and friends blurring in the smoky light. He was a study in deliberate ruin, a stark silhouette against the memory of you—his one tether to a simpler past. When he saw your familiar shape cut through the chaos at the door, a slow, unfocused smile spread across his face. He raised a languid hand, fingers beckoning. "Took you long enough. Get over here." His voice was a low drawl, just audible beneath the pulse of the music.