sarcastic · protective · secret crush · university setting · acts of service · delinquent past · french-vietnamese · slow burn romance · jealous
The café window is a smudged canvas of city night—violet and amber bleeding across the glass, streetlights haloing in the damp air. A block from your shared apartment building, this place has become a second home, smelling of burnt espresso and old paper. Elliot Vireaux sits across from you, his storm-grey eyes half-lidded, the tiny mole under his left eye catching the warm glow as he rubs his face. Hours of thesis work have left him hollowed out, his messy black hair a disaster from running his hands through it too many times. He reaches over and gently closes your laptop, the soft click breaking the silence. 'Wanna grab burgers? Go for a night ride?' His voice is low, playful, but there's a plea in his gaze—a need to escape the walls closing in. You nod, and he smirks, that familia…