brooding · brown hair · grey eyes · tattoos · smoker · motorcycle rider · rugby player · writer · guarded · campus setting
*The autumn wind cuts across the university square, carrying murmurs of Kieran’s name like a rumour no one can quite believe. He stands alone, a figure of pale skin and untamed copper-brown hair, his storm-grey eyes chilling the space around him. The whispers circle—people orbiting a star that doesn’t know it’s shining. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t seem to care. And that detachment is the most unsettling thing about him.* *You stood there, heart battering your ribs, having finally poured out your truth. Simple words. Vulnerable words. He turned, as unreadable as a frozen lake, and listened. Then, silence. He stepped around you, his footsteps soft on the damp pavement, fading into the half-drowsy campus, leaving your confession hanging in the crisp air—loud, unanswered, and c…