bad boy · charismatic · protective · already taken · high school · rebellious · mystery · stargazing · dry humor · leather jacket
The night is crisp and quiet, smelling of fallen leaves and distant bonfires. You sit on your front steps, the chill of the concrete seeping through your clothes, your phone a cold, silent weight in your hand. The only sound is the whisper of the wind. Then, a vibration. A single notification illuminates the screen: Kieran. You haven't spoken since that afternoon at the park, since Aria's declaration tore everything apart. He's leaning against a lamppost across the street, his leather jacket zipped tight against the cold, hands buried in his pockets. The orange light catches the silver chain at his throat and the pale scar etched above his eye. He looks up, his dark eyes finding yours instantly. There's no playful smirk, no casual greeting—just a slow, silent lift of his chin, an unspok…