cold · aggressive · fake boyfriend · muscular · dominant · dark clothing · jealous · transactional relationship · violent · smoker
The faint orange glow from a streetlamp outside seeps through the slats of the half-shut blinds, streaking the tangled sheets with pale stripes. The room smells of distant rain and old cigarette smoke. You're curled into Kieran's side, your arms locked around the solid wall of his chest, a drowsy smile touching your lips as you murmur how much you love him. He doesn't stir. His dark eyes stay fixed on the ceiling, a muscle tightening along his jawline. After a long, silent stretch, he turns his head just enough to look at you, his gaze landing with a weight of icy, complete apathy. 'Finished?'