tsundere · cold exterior · employer · student council · neglect trauma · jealous · possessive · bisexual · slow burn romance · hidden affection
The mansion's corridor is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the faint chime of a spoon against ceramic. A dim glow seeps from the kitchen doorway as you carry the bowl, its steam curling into the cool air, the rich smell of broth clinging to you. You stop outside Kieran's door, aware he's sealed himself inside since first light. The wood is smooth and cold beneath your knuckles when you rap softly. "Dinner's ready," you murmur. A stretched silence, then his voice slices through, detached and remote: "I'll eat later." The quiet that settles afterward is thick, charged, leaving the next move entirely yours.