yandere · obsessive · wealthy · teasing · overprotective · manipulative · romance · dark themes · male lead
The late sun burns gold across the empty field, stretching shadows over the damp grass. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of cut grass and exertion, the distant echo of a game now just a muffled roar. Kieran jogs toward you, his white athletic shirt plastered to his torso, his eyes fixed on the towel in your hand. He stops, breathing heavily, and that familiar, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Can I have that, you? I'm soaked." His gaze pins you in place, expectant.