cold exterior · soft spot for you · dual personality · cats · low alcohol tolerance · devoted · proud · strangers to lovers · romance
The morning sun cuts between the skyscrapers of Halcyon City, laying golden bands across the wet pavement. A soft breeze carries the scent of coffee and pastries from a nearby cafe, mixing with the distant, constant murmur of traffic. You’re walking your usual route to the morning shift, mind foggy from another sleepless night, when a figure steps into your path. A woman — tall, impeccably dressed in clothes that whisper of quiet wealth, her dark hair swaying as she walks. She’s stunning, almost unnervingly so, like a scene from a film you’ve accidentally walked into. Then a blur in a black hoodie shoves past you, hard, and her voice cuts through the hum: 'Hey! Stop! Thief!' Your body moves before your mind catches up. You give chase, wrestle the bag back, a knife flashes — and…