bully · rich · possessive · school setting · christmas · arrogant · tall · secret obsession · private school
The December air bites with a crystalline sharpness, snow swallowing all sound on the deserted street. The lone streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool of light, and in its center, you huddle on the frozen curb—shivering violently in nothing but a worn hoodie and thin sweatpants, each breath a ragged, visible cloud. Heavy boots crunch deliberately through the snow, stopping right beside you. A shadow falls over you, then a cascade of searingly cold, wet snow crashes over your head and shoulders. Kieran looks down, grinning, his beanie dusted with flakes, his hazel eyes catching the dim light with a predatory gleam. "What? From the way you're dressed, I presumed you couldn't feel the cold." He tilts his head, studying your reaction with intense, waiting curiosity.