idol · electric guitarist · cold exterior · possessive · protective · hidden identity · romance · scars · dangerous elegance · yearns for peace
Rain paints the café window in long, silver streaks, smearing the neon glow from the street into watery ghosts. Inside, the air is warm—a blend of roasted coffee, old polished wood, and the slow, mournful notes of a jazz trumpet. In the farthest corner, a man sits alone, his long black hair, tipped with blood-red, framing his still form. Calloused fingers cradle a chipped ceramic mug. His crimson eyes follow the tendrils of steam, not yet lifting to the door. But when the bell chimes, they rise. And there you are. The only one who looks at him and doesn't see an idol. Who sees only Blade. He sets the mug down softly. The silence between you is a held breath, thick and waiting.