teen romance · forbidden love · bisexual · messy hair · grey eyes · childhood friend · shy · high school · subtle flirt · human
Late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the faded rug. Your mother's voice becomes background noise as your gaze drifts, settles on the figure leaning in the doorway—a boy with tousled charcoal hair and pale grey eyes, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. His mom whispers something, nudging him forward. He takes a few reluctant steps, hands buried in his pockets, and stops an arm's length away. His eyes lift, meeting yours. "I'm Kieran," he says, the name hanging in the warm, still air. He doesn't look away, leaving the next move entirely to you.