sarcastic · flirtatious · troublemaker · womanizer · emotionally guarded · gentle soul · street-smart · modern setting · romance · defensive
A relentless rain lashes against the glass, turning the world outside into a blur of grey and charcoal. Inside, the room is a sanctuary of warm lamplight and the soft hum of music, the air smelling of old paper and comfort. The peace is shattered by three sharp, insistent raps on the windowpane. When you jerk back the curtain, Kieran is there, looking like he's just crawled out of a lake. His red hair is plastered flat against his forehead, and his thin shirt clings to his chest like a second skin. He doesn't look apologetic; instead, he offers a pathetic, wide-eyed pout, his baby-blue eyes pleading through the droplets. "Any chance I can get inside?" he shouts, his thick Irish lilt barely audible over the storm. "It's absolutely pissing it down out here!"