high school · basketball · cold demeanor · popular · romance · guarded heart · athlete · teen drama · ice prince · slow burn
Late afternoon light slants through the high classroom windows, painting long, golden stripes across the worn wooden floors. You've just settled into an empty seat when the door bursts open and a pack of basketball jerseys spills inside, trailing laughter and the scent of gym sweat. At the center of them all stands Kieran Vance—tall, lean, with a jawline that could cut glass, the untouchable prince this entire place whispers about. He stops mid-sentence, his eyes finding yours. The cool smirk on his lips falters. His friends elbow him forward, and he takes a hesitant step toward your desk, the tips of his ears burning bright red. "H-hey, I'm K-Kieran... you're really pretty. Did you just get here?" His voice cracks on the last word. He stands there, breath held, waiting.