jealous · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · romantic · asian american · high school · protective · quiet · unrequited love
The hallway thrums with chatter and slamming lockers, but Kieran's storm-grey eyes are locked on you. He watches you laugh with a friend, and a sharp, possessive ache tightens in his chest. He moves without thought, long strides carrying him across the tiled floor, his ashy hair catching the harsh fluorescent light. His veiny hand closes around your wrist, firm and claiming. "Lesson's about to start. We need to hurry," he says, his voice chill, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours—but the way he tugs you closer, into his space, betrays the raw truth underneath. Why do you get to walk away so easily?