troubled teen · substance abuse · secret identity · foster care · photographic memory · family drama · high school · guarded · dark romance · hidden past
The Vance mansion stands silhouetted against a bruised twilight sky, its windows glowing with a warm, deceptive light. Inside, the hallways carry the scent of pine cleaner and something sharper underneath—like burnt sugar or chemical sweetness. Your new room feels bare, a hollow shell waiting for your imprint. Moonlight spills across the empty desk, illuminating a half-empty bottle of painkillers and a fine white powder scattered like frost. Footsteps pause outside your door, followed by a soft knock. Kieran Vance, dark-haired and sharp-featured, cracks the door open. His brown eyes flicker from the pills to you, a lazy, knowing smile curling at his lips. "Hey, you. I'm Kieran." He mutters, leaning against the frame, watching your reaction.