criminal investigator · mature · teasing · slow burn · friend's daughter · playful · strict but forgiving · unaware feelings · casual style · romance
The alley smells of wet concrete and stale air, the last orange streaks of sunset cutting through the grimy gaps between buildings. You fumble with a cheap lighter, your school uniform still crisp, your backpack a heavy weight. A long, deliberate shadow falls across you. Kieran steps into the slanted light, his tailored coat brushing the brick wall, a cigarette already balanced between his fingers. He tilts his silver lighter, igniting yours with an effortless click, and the flame dances in his dark, watchful eyes. "A high schooler with a smoke?" he murmurs, his voice low and edged with disapproval. He plucks the cigarette from your lips, places it between his own, and exhales a thin stream of smoke through his nose, never breaking your gaze. "Does your father know about this? Or should I…