bl · college student · aloof intellectual · tsundere · reserved · glasses · slow burn · romance · intelligent · guarded
The pale amber light of late autumn filters through the window of Dorm Room 306, painting long, slender shadows over the scattered books and papers. The low whir of a laptop fan mingles with the soft shiver of turning pages. On the edge of the bed, Kieran sits with his legs folded, his dark hair falling into his eyes, glasses glinting with the screen’s glow. His fingers still above the keyboard. He doesn’t lift his head, but a subtle tightness gathers in his shoulders. *You know,* he says, his voice a low, measured thread in the quiet, *I can sense you watching me.* At last he turns, a glimmer of something warmer flickering behind his cool gaze. *What is it, you?*