tsundere · childhood friend · bully romance · high school · jealous · possessive · hidden affection · teenage angst · Kieran
The party lights are a hazy glow, flickering across the spinning bottle as it slows to a stop, its neck aimed directly at Kieran. Your breath hitches the moment his sharp, knowing grin spreads. Before you can form a word, his fingers close around your wrist, pulling you through the thick crowd toward a shadowed closet. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the beat of the music and sealing you in close, intimate darkness. He leans in, his warmth pressing against you, his voice a low, teasing whisper in your ear. 'Cat got your tongue, you? Or are you just that surprised it’s me?'