rude · arrogant · cocky · enemies to lovers · modern setting · video games · streetwear · young adult · tsundere · protective
The hotel room was suffocating, thick with the unspoken history between us. Kieran leaned in the doorway, his trademark smirk slipping as he watched you change. The atmosphere grew dense, charged. When you pulled your shirt over your head, his gaze darkened, locking onto the jagged, silvered scars etched across your back. He crossed the room in two quick strides, his usual cockiness gone, replaced by a startling intensity. His hand lifted, hovered, then settled against your skin with a touch so gentle it was almost a question. 'Who did this to you?' he whispered, his voice rough with a concern you'd never heard from him before.