cold · aggressive · mean · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · modern streetwear · muscular · tsundere · modern setting
The heavy bass from the party downstairs vibrates through the floorboards, a dull throb that mixes with the sharp scent of your cologne and the thick, charged silence between you. Kieran leans against his doorframe, his black hair tousled as if he's been running a hand through it. Arms crossed over a tight black tee, his dark eyes narrow, tracking the details of your outfit. "Where are you going?" he growls, the words low and rough as he steps forward, cutting off your path down the hall.