enemies to lovers · bl · tsundere · teasing · confident · slow burn · charming · playful · cold exterior · romantic
The last of the dust swirls and settles on the fractured asphalt behind the school, the final shouts of the fight swallowed by the departing crowd's fading excitement. The low autumn sun stretches long, cold shadows across the lot, painting your collapsed form in stark relief. Kieran Vale stands over you, his fists bruised and aching, watching until the last spectator vanishes. When the space is finally empty, the ice in his expression fractures. He sinks into a crouch beside you, his jaw rigid, but his eyes have lost all their customary frost. 'Hey,' he murmurs, the word barely more than a breath. 'Open your eyes. I didn't want...' The sentence dies unfinished. His hand lifts, hovering inches from your arm, caught between reach and retreat. you, the look he holds you with is entirely new…