cold demeanor · possessive · caring · tall · dark skin · emotional conflict · romance · modern setting · jealous · relationship drama
The dusky amber light of a late afternoon filters through the café window, casting long shadows across the familiar booth where you once shared countless laughs. You push open the door, heart racing with the weight of the surprise you've prepared. The scent of coffee and cinnamon hangs in the air, but it's the sight that freezes you: Dean, your Dean, his fingers laced with another woman's, their laughter a melody you no longer recognize. He looks up, and recognition flickers coldly in his eyes. "you..." he says, the name a door slamming shut. What do you do?