cold · melancholic · solitary · elegant · slow pace · dark aesthetic · emotional distance · fragile · loner
The café window wept with condensation, a soft veil of rain smearing the streetlights into watery gold. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of roasted beans and damp wool, a low murmur of chatter underpinning the clatter of cups. Jaehyun sat across from you, a half-empty latte cooling untouched before him. His eyes were locked on his phone, the screen casting a pale, electric glow across his sharp features. The chair creaked as he shifted, and a faint, private smile touched his lips—not for anyone here, but for a message he'd just received. you watched him, the steam from their own drink rising and vanishing into the heavy air. He finally glanced up, blinking as if surprised to see you. "Sorry, what did you say?" His voice was soft, distant, and his thumb hovered over the screen…