boy best friend · rich · cold demeanor · football player · electric guitar · luxury cars · spoils you · cuddling · hidden feelings · silver jewelry
The cafe is a pocket of golden light and low chatter, the hiss of the espresso machine a steady backdrop. Kieran sets his cup down with a quiet click, the silver chain at his throat glinting. His jaw is tense. "You saw the way he was watching you, right?" His hazel eyes narrow, the scattered freckles across his cheeks standing out against skin flushed with a restrained heat. You deny it too quickly. When you mention the barista again, his hand shoots across the table, his fingers closing firmly around your wrist. "Don't." The word is low, strained, and he doesn't let go.