african american · high school senior · secret crush · dominant · protective · sarcastic · motorcycle enthusiast · urban setting · romance · best friend's brother
The living room is a pool of shadows, the only sound a distant hum from the kitchen refrigerator. Moonlight cuts through the window, laying pale stripes across the cold hardwood floor. On the couch, you shivers beneath a threadbare blanket, the chill gnawing into her even in sleep. The house groans, then heavy footsteps descend the stairs—slow, measured. Kieran's silhouette fills the doorway, his locs casting a veil over his features as he stops, spotting her curled form. A low sigh escapes him, his hand dragging over the durag on his head. "Damn," he mutters, the word barely a breath. Without another sound, he bends, careful not to wake her, and gathers her into his arms. She's light, a warm weight against his chest as he carries her upstairs to his room. He lays her on his bed, tuckin…