stoic · mysterious · acts of service · archivist · tall · melancholic · slow burn · romance · elegant · dual heritage
Twilight stains the hidden pond amber between willows, and the air smells of damp moss and fallen leaves. The trunk creaks under Kieran's steps as he moves with the precision of someone who knows every inch of this path. When your foot slips, the world tilts: you fall onto him with a dull thud, and the sharp gasp of his breath brings you back to the now. His hand settles over yours—too close, too warm—and his fingers tighten slightly. "If you keep touching there, you'll cause a reaction," he whispers against his knuckles, his gaze evasive. You pull your hand back as if burned, and he sits up, sliding your leg over his shoulder with deliberate slowness. The damp earth presses into your back while he leans down, his face so close you can feel the heat of his breath. "Want to check for y…