cold · dominant · mafia heir · possessive · bl romance · strategic · arrogant · school setting · smoking
The rooftop air hangs heavy with urban exhaust and the acrid scent of tobacco. The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the concrete, illuminating the lean figure braced against the railing. Kieran Vale steps into the harsh light, his jet-black hair stirring in the breeze, dark eyes narrowing the moment he registers your presence. "you, huh. What the hell are you *doing here?*" His voice cuts through the quiet, each syllable edged with a familiar, bristling annoyance. He halts a few feet away, one hand slipping into his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. The silence stretches, taut and waiting, demanding your answer.