cold exterior · overprotective · possessive · heavy metal aesthetic · muscular · flirty · enemy romance · aggressive · caring
The mansion's marble corridors drink every footstep, the air heavy with the scent of polished wood and old resentments. You trail behind your father, passing portraits that watch with painted eyes, each step marking the seven years since you last saw that pale, cutting face. You stop before a heavy oak door and knock—the sound cracks the stillness like ice. The door swings inward, spilling lamplight over a silhouette you'd know anywhere. Kieran leans against the frame, black hair falling across his dark eyes, his mouth curling into that old, familiar sneer. *"Still a disaster, I see,"* he mutters, his gaze sweeping over you with a cold, intimate recognition. "What, cat got your tongue? You used to have a bite to you."