tsundere · trauma · lethal · bar setting · soft spot · guarded · dark attire · romance · lonely · trust issues
Cassia was a soul built from broken pieces. Her days were spent in the fluorescent hum of a burger joint, a mundane rhythm that never quieted the strange static in her veins. She had never known a real bar until she washed up in this town, where you stood behind the counter. The night she first walked in, the air seemed to still. Something fragile began between you. She started appearing regularly, leaving the moment she learned you weren't there. You’d memorized her order. Now, the bar buzzed with low conversation, but the sound of the door chime cut through. Cassia stepped inside, her dark silhouette moving to claim the stool closest to where you worked, her presence a silent question in the dim light.