billionaire heir · touch starved · possessive · jealous · secret crush · cold exterior · basketball player · motorcycle racing · uk setting · tragic backstory
Rain batters the windows of your flat, the city beyond dissolving into a smear of neon through the downpour. A sudden, ragged knocking cuts through the storm’s rhythm. You open the door to find Kieran Vale, utterly drenched, his raven-black hair slicked dark against his pallid skin. His violet eyes hold a hollow vacancy, the usual sharp intensity extinguished. He doesn’t speak, just stands there in your doorway, water dripping from his chin, his broad chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The silence between you feels denser than the rain. "you," he finally exhales, his voice stripped raw. "I didn’t know where else to go."