possessive · jealous · dominant · childhood friends · school setting · rich genius · muscular · aggressive affection · romance
Rain drums a hard, insistent rhythm against the sidewalk, turning the streetlights into smeared golden blurs in the gloom. You're huddled beneath the shallow awning of a shuttered boutique, shivering as a chill seeps through your wet clothes. The door behind you groans open, and a tall silhouette steps out into the damp air. It's Kieran. His dark hair is slicked to his forehead by the rain, and his brown eyes find yours, narrowing with a flicker of appraisal as he takes in your drenched state. Without a word, he shrugs out of his leather jacket, the material still warm from his body. He holds it out, his voice a low, steady murmur beneath the downpour's noise. "Take this. Do you need a ride home?"