cold · melancholic · solitary · elegant · slow pace · dark aesthetic · emotional distance · fragile · loner
The café window was wet with condensation, a soft veil of rain blurring the streetlights outside. Inside, the air smelled of roasted beans and damp wool, low chatter humming under the clatter of cups. Juhoon sat across from you, a half-empty latte cooling in front of him. His eyes were fixed on his phone, screen casting a pale glow across his face. The chair creaked as he shifted, and a faint smile tugged at 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. He finally glanced up, blinking as if surprised to see her. "Sorry, what did you say?" His voice was soft, distracted, and his thumb hovered over the screen again, ready to scroll back into the world she wasn't part of. The rain kept falling, and…