bl · underworld · tall · protective · gay romance · store setting · arrogant · devoted · smoker · marriage proposal
The fluorescent light of the corner market flickers, casting stark shadows on the stained linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap cigarettes and stale, reheated coffee. Everything was normal until a customer started screaming about the price of a bottle of red wine, hurling insults at you without pause. Then, a sharp, dry crack. The man hits the floor, and Callan straightens up, adjusting the fit of his jacket. He lays a pack of cigarettes on the counter, his cold gaze softening only when it meets yours. "How much for these?" he asks, his raspy voice breaking the heavy silence. you, what will you say to him now that the danger has passed, but he has stayed?