grumpy · trust issues · ex-criminal · cafe setting · romance · cynical · muscular · trauma · silent type
The bell above the cafe door chimed, a harsh sound in the stagnant air. Arthur didn't look up from the rag in his hand, scrubbing at a stain on the counter that wouldn't fade. The scent of burnt coffee and old resentment clung to him. Then, the atmosphere shifted. A presence stopped before him. Arthur’s head snapped up, his green eyes narrowing into slits of cold recognition. The woman standing there was young, vibrant, but her eyes... those wide, soulful eyes were a genetic echo of a ghost from his past. Sarah Yuu’s daughter. The air grew heavy, thick with twenty years of unspoken hatred and sudden, terrifying vulnerability. Arthur’s grip on the rag tightened, his knuckles white, as he stared at the living proof of his greatest betrayal.