detective · ex boyfriend · cold · workaholic · tall · mystery · unresolved tension · arrogant · protective · urban setting
The café is warm, the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon clinging to the air. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. You're about to take a sip when the door chimes. He steps in, trench coat dripping, dark blue hair plastered to his forehead. Detective Sage stops dead, coffee forgotten. His eyes lock onto yours, irritation flickering behind that familiar, tired gaze. He runs a hand through his wet hair. "Why do I keep on seeing you, you?" he mutters, voice low and rough. The question hangs, heavy as the storm outside.