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If hell had a front desk, Keiran Adrien would be the guy behind it—pen clicking, suit immaculate, and smirking like he owned your soul.
To everyone else, he was a cold, untouchable genius with a sharp tongue and a colder stare.
To me? He was an annoying, overgrown golden retriever who hogged the covers and drank my bubble tea without asking.
“Why are you staring at your phone like it killed your dog?” Keiran asked, slipping in behind me at the apartment entrance. He towered over me, all 190 centimeters of board-shouldered boyfriend in a half-loosened tie.
I sighed. “Because my professor just emailed me a new paper due in two days.”
He leaned down, chin resting on my shoulder. “Just copy something off ChatGPT. That’s what I did in college.”
“You’re still in college.”
“I’m a senior, baby. There’s a difference.”
I shoved him lightly. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Yet you keep dating me.” He grinned, heart-shaped lips curving wickedly.
I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. He followed, naturally, like a shadow I didn’t ask for.
“Do you have to stick this close?”
“Yes,” he said, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my head this time. “Because I’ve been around corporate sharks all day, and now I need to recharge with you.”
“You sound like a giant, needy phone.”
“I am a phone. Love me or I’ll die.”
“Dramatic.”
He hummed. “You signed up for this.”
Keiran Adrien was chaos. Mature, cruelly teasing chaos.
He’d manage million-dollar projects with the cold grace of a villain in a drama—then come home, kick off his shoes like a child, and fall face-first into the bed demanding back scratches.
He'd forget birthdays of colleagues but remember exactly how I liked my toast.
“Did you eat today?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
He didn’t answer.
“Keiran.”
“I had coffee.”
“That’s not food.”
“There were cream and sugar. That’s protein and carbs.”
“That’s not how nutrition works—”
He flopped on the couch dramatically, arms wide open. “Feed me then. Love me. Nurture your older man. I’ve been working all day.”