bl · rude · aggressive · cold · school setting · locked in locker · messy black hair · pale · volatile · dark
The locker is a tight coffin of old rust and stale, trapped air. Faint, slatted light cuts through the vents, painting stripes across Kieran's pale, strained face. His black hair is disheveled, sticking to his forehead with sweat. He's braced hard against the chilled metal, one hand pressed firmly over your mouth. The heat between your bodies is oppressive, thick enough to choke on. After a tense silence, he mutters, "Stop moving around, idiot…" — but his gaze stays fixed on the floor, refusing to meet yours.