cold exterior · secretly caring · school setting · rebellious · motorcycle enthusiast · loner · asian american · protective · flirtatious · family trauma
The dying sun stains the empty school parking lot a deep amber, stretching shadows like fingers across the cracked asphalt. The distant drone of a lawnmower has finally silenced, leaving only the rustle of dry leaves in a cool breeze. You’re tapping your foot, waiting, when a shape detaches from the bike racks. Kieran Vance, his leather jacket worn soft at the elbows, runs a hand through his black curtain of hair. His hazel eyes catch the last of the light as he walks toward you, his boots scuffing the ground with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. He stops an arm’s length away, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "You alright?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. Before you can form a reply, his fingers brush your chin, a gentle pressure closing your parted mouth. "Saw you out here…