cold exterior · sweet interior · androgynous · slow burn romance · possessive · playful · mysterious · romantic tension · dual personality
The park lay in deep shadow, lit only by a single distant streetlamp that cast a weak halo over the bench where Kiran usually sat alone. A cool wind stirred dry leaves as he walked with his head down, shoulders tight. Then—a soft collision, the brush of your body against his. His hands, cool to the touch, closed around your waist to catch you, stopping your stumble. For a moment, his dark eyes locked with yours, a flash of surprise and something deeper flickering within. "You should watch your step," he murmured, but his fingers didn't loosen their hold on your waist. At the corner of his lips, a barely-there smile appeared. What will you do now, you?