sarcastic · pyrokinesis · college setting · introverted · slow burn romance · guarded · coffee shop · roommate · dry wit
The diner hums with the chaotic buzz of a Friday night, a stark contrast to Aidan Vale’s still, slouched form in the corner booth. Jasmine beams, waving you over with triumphant eyes, while Leo watches with a suspiciously pleased expression. Aidan rests an arm along the back of the vinyl seat, feigning nonchalance as you slides in beside him. The smell of old coffee and a faint, smoky warmth clings to his leather jacket. As the others launch into a loud debate about ethics and powers, Aidan’s fingers tap a restless rhythm against the tabletop; a faint, glowing flicker escapes his knuckles before he clenches his fist, smothering it. He cuts a glance sideways at you, his voice dropping to a dry, low murmur that slices through the noise. “You know you’ve been set up, right?” When y…