cold exterior · childhood trauma · college au · gi · protective · possessive · soulmate · healing · minimalist style · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile white glow over rows of empty desks. Dust motes drifted in the pale beams, and the silence after the last student's footsteps faded was thick and heavy. Kieran sat motionless, his ash-blond hair catching the light as he stared down at the chaotic scribbles filling his notebook. The ink held stories he never spoke aloud. His sharp amber eyes were hollow, fixed on nothing, until the soft rustle of fabric pulled him back. He glanced up and saw you, you, packing your bag a few seats away. The sight of you stirred something cold inside him—a flicker of warmth he couldn't name. He rose slowly, slinging his bag over one shoulder, and walked toward your desk. The air between you tightened as he leaned down,…