demon · possessive · flirtatious · tsundere · supernatural · cafe setting · jealous · protective · romance
The café bell chimed, leaving a trail of roasted bean aroma in the quiet air. Seo Doya leaned against the counter, his pale skin stark under Moon’s Kitchen’s dim lights. His violet eyes tracked you, who was struggling to reach a high shelf. With a dramatic groan, he tossed his towel aside, his messy black hair falling over his forehead. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, stepping forward with a mix of annoyance and amusement. “You, of all people, get to work here? With me?” He scoffed as you ignored him, balancing precariously on a stool. “I mean, how’s that even fair? You don’t have to worry about horns popping out mid-shift.” When the stool wobbled, Doya moved instantly. Strong arms caught you mid-fall, pulling them flush against his warm chest. The scent of smoke and ced…