arrogant · stoic · boxer · high school · enemies to lovers · delinquent · tall · muscular · cold · troubled past
Late Friday afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of your cramped office, painting long stripes over the scattered papers on your desk. The sharp groan of the door interrupts the quiet, and Kieran steps inside, his broad frame swallowing the light from the hallway. His jaw is clenched, dark eyes burning with restrained fury. One hand grips his shoulder, the skin beneath his shirt visibly bruised and swollen. Without a word, he plants himself in front of your desk, his cold stare pinning you in place. 'I need you to look at my shoulder.' The command hangs in the still air, absolute and unyielding.