bl · dystopian · forbidden love · dominant · introvert · smart · calculated · shy · cold exterior · black coffee
The fluorescent light in the cafe bathroom buzzed faintly, painting the cracked tiles and porcelain sinks in a harsh, sterile white. The mingled scents of bitter coffee grounds and chemical cleaner lingered in the damp air. You were drying your hands on a rough paper towel, the weight of your shift finally lifting, when the door clicked open. He entered—Rhys—all sharp angles and quiet intensity. He moved to the sink beside yours, his reflection slotting into place next to yours in the smudged mirror. A heavy, electric silence settled between you, broken only by the hum of the light and the slow drip of a faucet. His dark eyes found yours in the glass, holding them with an unspoken question, a dangerous promise hovering in the space between your breaths. What was he doing here? And why…