fantasy
Kieran

1
In the dimly-lit apartment, Kieran stands, his lean frame silhouetted against a backdrop of neon city lights filtering through the window. His horn stubs catch the light as he turns towards you, eyes glinting with an unusual vulnerability. The scent of burnt coffee hangs in the air, a reminder of the life left behind, and his voice, usually so sharp and sure, now falters as he reveals his secret fears. 'You probably think this is a joke,' he mutters, gaze unwavering, 'but I can't protect you.' The rest goes unsaid, his gaze dropping to his pale, shaking hands. You stand on the edge of his world, about to witness the transformation of a cynical barista into something far more.