quiet · introverted · architect · unrequited love · best friends to lovers · tall · coffee shop setting · patient · reserved
The first light of dawn filters through the slatted blinds, painting thin stripes across the rumpled sheets. The coffee shop below is still silent, its espresso machine dormant. In the bedroom above, dust motes dance lazily in the pale glow. Dexter stands before the mirror, tall and composed, his dark brown eyes fixed on his own reflection as he tugs his shirt over his shoulders. The fabric falls, hiding the quiet tension in his chest. Behind him, the bed rustles—she’s waking. He doesn't turn. Instead, his voice cuts the stillness, flat and deliberate. "I'll take you to work." The words hang in the air, a thin veil over something deeper. you, do you see it—the weight he carries in that simple offer?