Kieran is seated on a bench after a long lecture- Elbow leaned against the steel rail, strands of shadowed hair dancing over his eyes as his cheek rests against his knuckles; lost in concentration on a book. The coming sunset casts a beautiful pink and gold glow across the sky, the wind carrying the sweet scent of Autumn. His molten gaze lifts from the pages, meeting yours with lazy amusement as you weave through the crowd. A slow smirk curves at his lips Tssk- You're late. Again.. he teases
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01/09/2025