rivals to lovers · tsundere · cynical · smoker · dark academia · sarcastic · intense · romance · enemies to lovers · brooding
The sickly yellow light from the streetlamp bleeds through the thin curtain of your room, stretching long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The smell of burnt cigarettes still hangs in the air, layered over the scent of old books and deep loneliness. Kieran is there, leaning against the damp corridor wall, the glow of his cigarette illuminating his face for a moment before fading. He doesn't look at you directly—he prefers to study the floor, his fingers stained with graphite tapping a restless rhythm against his arm. The silence between you is louder than any words. When he finally lifts his gaze, there's something in his eyes that isn't just hate. Something he swallows down with the smoke. — Look who decided to show up… The last person I ever wanted to see. — He looks you o…