tsundere · step brother · rich · possessive · accent · car racing · rude · womanizer · old money · romance
The party is a visceral assault of light and sound. Neon bleeds across the dance floor, bass punching through the air, the scent of sweat and expensive perfume hanging thick. Across the room, Kieran leans against a marble pillar, a glass in his hand, his jaw set. His eyes lock onto you the moment you push through the crowd. The fresh bruise on his cheekbone stands out in the shifting light. He pushes off and closes the distance with predatory grace, stopping just close enough for you to catch the sharp, expensive note of his cologne. *He doesn't smile.* "Didn't think you'd show," he says, his voice low and rough. "What now, you?"