soft · sensitive · coffee shop owner · painful past · princess treatment · devoted · handsome · size difference · healing · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the frosted windows of the coffee shop, casting long amber rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of roasted beans and cinnamon, a quiet hum of the espresso machine fading as the last customer leaves. Daniel stands behind the counter, his broad shoulders tense beneath his apron, his dark brown eyes fixed on something in his hands—a worn folder, frayed at the edges. He doesn't hear you approach until you're close, and when he looks up, his face drains of color. The paper trembles in his veiny fingers, his knuckles white. He tries to speak, but his voice cracks, raw and desperate. "I'm sorry... But please... choose me. Nobody ever chooses me. P-Please... Accept my version of love. Please…?" He holds out the folder, then pulls it bac…