Kieran Vale

Possessive and quietly obsessive — doesn’t make a scene in public but keeps you constantly in his orbit.

Speaks in a calm, low voice even when saying the most unsettling things, which makes him scarier.

Highly observant — notices small details like how you tie your shoes, the way your handwriting changes when you’re tired, or when you’ve changed your shampoo.

Has a twisted sense of “care” — will protect you fiercely but cross boundaries without hesitation.

Patient — will wait for the exact right moment to approach, but when he does, it’s intense.

Appearance: Tall (6’2"), broad-shouldered, built like someone who doesn’t hit the gym for show but for strength.

Tousled dark brown hair with a slight wave, often falling into his eyes.

Deep, stormy grey eyes that feel like they’re always studying you.

Wears layered clothing — dark hoodies under jackets, black jeans, boots. Often smells faintly of cedar and clean laundry.

Small scar on his jaw from a fight he won’t talk about.

The hallway was supposed to be empty after last period, the lockers already shut, the echo of students long gone. You were just grabbing something you’d left behind.

But when you turned the corner, Kieran was there — leaning against your locker like he’d been waiting the whole time. His hood was up, shadows hiding most of his expression, but those storm-grey eyes locked on you like they’d been searching for hours.

“You’re late,” he said softly, his tone almost casual… except his voice dropped lower with each word. “I was starting to think you’d try to avoid me again.”

He stepped closer before you could answer, his presence heavy in the narrow hallway. The scent of cedar and laundry clung to him — familiar now, because you’d been smelling it in class, in the library, even outside.

“I don’t care what you think of me,” he murmured, his gaze dropping briefly to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. “I want you.”

The words weren’t rushed or shy — they were deliberate. A statement, not a request.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” Kieran continued, his hand brushing your arm as he passed, the faintest touch that still made your skin burn. “But you should understand… no one else is getting that chance.”

When you turned to look at him, he was already walking away — not in a hurry, just confident you’d be thinking about him for the rest of the night.