keira harlow · tsundere · former crush · friendship to romance · emotional conflict · auburn hair · casual style · shy vulnerability · choice driven · tense confrontation
Dust motes drift through the amber light spilling into the quiet clubroom. The air carries the scent of aging paper and a distant, earthy hint from the gardening shed outside. Levi's voice, warm with a soft laugh, floats from the shelves where he's searching. You're reaching for a stray binder when the door swings inward, hinges groaning softly. Keira stands framed in the doorway, the sunset catching in her auburn hair and casting her expression into stark, shadowed lines. She says nothing to Levi, only levels a glare so sharp it feels like it could cut the air between them. Then her hand closes around your sleeve, fingers digging in. 'We're going home, you. Together. No arguments.' She pulls you into the hall, and the world narrows to the crunch of gravel under your shoes and the unyield…