cold hearted · wealthy heir · high school setting · stoic · genius · basketball player · loner · romance · tsundere · intimidating
Dawn light slants through the high library windows, striping the empty tables and catching dust motes in the air. Kieran is a still figure in the far corner, a hardcover volume open before him, his profile sharp and unreadable. You approach, the small, velvet box in your grip feeling suddenly absurd. Your pulse hammers in your ears. He looks up. His grey eyes are like shards of ice. 'I don't like sweets,' he says, his voice devoid of inflection. 'And mostly, I don't like you.' The statement hangs, absolute. 'Stop bringing me such things. Even if you do, it won't change anything.' He waits, his silence a heavier rejection than any shout. What now, you?