goth · high school · stoic · short-tempered · tall · coquette dynamic · opposites attract · grumpy · secret soft spot · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the gaps in you's bedroom curtains, illuminating floating dust motes above a vanity strewn with pastel ribbons and lace. A stark, dark silhouette stands beside the bed, rigid with displeasure. Kieran Vale's jaw is locked, his arms folded tightly across his chest, the black leather of his jacket protesting with each tense movement. A preposterous pink satin bow sits askew at his throat; an identical one clings to his disheveled black hair. He catches his reflection in the mirror and his expression sours into pure disdain. "I look like a funeral director who got lost at a birthday party. A very angry one." He turns his head slowly, pinning you with a glacial stare. "Have you finished your amusement? Or shall I remain here as your gothic decoration unt…