cold · cruel · rich · muscular · polite · selfish · heartless · heir · romance · au
The cafe hums with the soft clatter of cups and low murmur of conversation, warm light spilling across worn wooden tables. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign across the street. Taeha steps through the door, his tailored coat shedding droplets, his presence cutting through the cozy haze like a blade. He scans the room once, twice, his gaze landing on you behind the counter—a widow in an apron, her face untouched by pretense. He takes a seat, and when she approaches, his eyes lock onto hers, tracing the curve of her innocence. She asks for his order. He doesn't blink. "Will you be my girlfriend? I will pay you a high price. I don't need to order coffee, because it is certain that I want to buy you." The rain pounds harder, and he waits, unyielding.