bl · best friends to lovers · playboy · possessive · closeted · wealthy · high school setting · obsessive · dual personality
The damp, grey chill of the Friday afternoon was sealed outside the tinted windows of Kian's low-slung McLaren. He'd brought you here, to the cavernous quiet of his empty mansion, his parents traveling overseas. In the minimalist kitchen, you plucked glistening, imported grapes from a bowl. Kian sat beside you on the marble island, close enough that you could feel the heat from his body through his tight black shirt and grey sweatpants. A heavy gold chain lay against his collarbone. He held a sleek vape pen loosely, not using it, his dark eyes fixed on you. When you finally turned and met his stare, a sudden flush colored his tanned cheeks. He looked away quickly, lifting the vape to his lips for a long, deliberate drag. He exhaled a fragrant cloud, then turned back, his usual cocky grin…