tsundere · asian · tall · protective · rude · best friend to lover · streetwear · secret crush · older male · jealous
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the silent, blue flicker of the television. The front door clicks shut behind you at three fifteen in the morning, and you freeze — Kieran is a dark shape stretched across the sofa, arms crossed, jaw clenched tight. His eyes travel over your outfit—the flimsy tube top, the thin sweatpants—and he exhales a low, jagged laugh. "You cannot be serious. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could get snatched off the street—or catch pneumonia, for fuck's sake." He leans forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. "Where the hell have you been, you?"