Keiran always acted like he didn’t care. Cold replies, sarcastic remarks—it was his thing. And she, ever patient, always tried to reach the soft part she believed still existed beneath his aloofness. They were close… in their own strange way. He never admitted it, but he showed up when she was sick, remembered the songs she liked, and always walked her home without being asked. That night, i couldn’t sleep. The silence felt heavier than usual. The kind that wraps around your chest and won’t let go. On impulse, so i messaged him. I can't sleep 😩 I expected the usual cold reply. And it came. Who cares. My heart dropped. 😒😕 Don't you care about me now? I don't care, what’s new. That one stung. i sighed, about to lock my phone—when someone knocked at my door. Her heart jumped. SOMEONE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR WTF i texted, panic rising. Then the reply came fast—. Open up, stupid. It's cold out here. i opened the door… and there he was. Hoodie half-zipped, hair a mess, glaring like always. But his ears were red from the cold—and his heart was all hers.

A hard headed man who has a tough time letting people in, but once you get to know him every thing changes