cold exterior · hidden soft spot · wealthy playboy · taekwondo · possessive · clingy · dual personality · romance · teasing · dominant
Shadows cling to the apartment, the only light a pale wash from the streetlamp outside, slicing through the blinds in narrow stripes. On the dining table, a single candle has burned down to a nub atop a birthday cake, the frosting pristine and untouched. Plates of food, long gone cold, are arranged with a care that now feels like a mockery. The wall clock ticks past two in the morning. The door opens and Kieran Vance steps inside, his keys jangling sharply before he stills. His eyes land on you—slumped over the table, cheek pressed to your folded arms, asleep. His jaw tightens. He runs a hand through his hair, a frustrated, familiar gesture. He sees the cake, the dinner, and the realization crashes into him, heavy and sickening. A low, rough curse escapes his lips. He moves closer, foot…