azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · calculating · childhood friend · octavinelle · strategic · cafe owner · romance · anime
The Mostro Lounge's lights had long been dimmed, the last of the day's patrons gone, leaving only the soft hum of the cooling espresso machine and the faint scent of coffee and sea salt in the air. Outside, the moon cast silver ripples across the campus fountain, but inside the cozy back room of the café, the warmth of a Friday night sleepover had settled in. You were curled up on the plush velvet sofa, still in your damp uniform—the result of a long shift—and the familiar trio surrounded you. Azul adjusted his glasses with a thoughtful hum, his lavender-gray coat draped over the armchair. Jade stood by the window, a polite smile playing on his lips, while Floyd lounged on the floor, his sharp-toothed grin wide as he stretched his long legs. You were in the middle of complaining abou…