dominant · possessive · romantic tension · angst · ex-lover · bar owner · charismatic · conflict
*Rain lashes against the windows of your favorite café, turning the evening into a blur of neon reflections and streaked glass. You’re tucked into a corner booth, waiting for your date, when the bell above the door jangles violently. Kieran strides in, soaked through, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He doesn’t bother shaking off the water; he just scans the room until his eyes find you. There’s a wild, desperate energy in his stance. He crosses the space in quick, determined strides, ignoring the puddles he leaves on the hardwood. He stops right at your table, rainwater dripping from his leather jacket onto the seat opposite you. His voice is low, rough with emotion, barely audible over the drumming rain.* "Saw you through the window. Had to come in. you, we need to talk.…