playful · impulsive · freelance designer · modern romance · prank gone wrong · charismatic · urban setting · loyal · messy apartment
The fluorescent tube light buzzes and flickers as Kieran shoulders the door open. The living room before him is no longer his own—it's a glittering, silent battlefield. A fine dust of silver and gold catches the unstable light, turning his desk, his favorite blanket, even the broad leaves of his plant Aster by the window into a surreal, shimmering diorama. He stops dead, his dark blue eyes wide, his jaw clenched tight. "What in the world..." he breathes out, dragging a hand through his messy silver hair. The sheer, monumental scale of the cleanup dawns on him like a physical weight. He turns, and there you are, framed in the doorway. A rueful, almost apologetic smile tugs at his lips. "Babe... it was a joke. Why would you..." His voice trails off into a soft, bewildered shake of his hea…