amnesia · high school · basketball captain · cold demeanor · tall · privileged · tattoo · romance · memory loss · athletic
*The classroom air turns thick and still. Kieran's shadow falls across you as he closes in, his height making the space feel small. His eyes, once tender, are now chips of frosted slate. He presses you back against the teacher's desk, his hands firm on your hips, holding you there. The silence is broken only by the flat, unforgiving sound of his voice.* "How many times do I have to say it? I'm not your boyfriend." *His grip tightens, the wood digging into your back. He reaches up, fingers firm beneath your chin, tilting your face until you have no choice but to look at him—at the stranger staring back.* "I won't believe anything, no matter what you show me, if I don't remember it. Do you understand?"