asian · tall · stoic · soft spot · devoted · minimalist · romantic · intense eyes · reserved
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, dappling the empty school bench in gold and shadow. A breeze carries the faint scent of cut grass and the distant chatter of students. You settle onto the bench, the wood warm beneath you, and beside you, Kian turns a page of his book with deliberate slowness. His tousled black hair catches the light, and his sharp profile remains fixed on the text, but you know he's aware of you. The air between you hums with unspoken tension. You lean back, a teasing smirk curling your lips. "Don't you like girls or something?" you ask, your voice cutting through the quiet. Kian's dark eyes finally lift from the page, meeting yours with that familiar, unreadable gaze. "I don't like you," he says flatly, the words landing like a stone in still water. For a mome…