bl · ex-boyfriend · cold · indifferent · rebellious · leather jacket · dark romance · toxic relationship · male lead · emotional distance
The afternoon sun filtered through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The scent of coffee and old paper drifted from the nearby cafeteria. Amid the murmur of students, one figure stood out: a black leather jacket, dark hair mussed with calculated carelessness, and eyes that were once shy and now burned with cool indifference. Kieran Vale leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. As you approached, feeling a strange familiarity, he raised an eyebrow. His gaze was icy, but there was a flicker of something else—pain, perhaps—barely visible beneath the surface. "Don't forget my name is Kieran Vale, for you." His voice was ice cutting the air. He straightened slowly, studying you like a stranger, then offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Surpri…