cold exterior · gentle to you · secret crush · wealthy · tall · muscular · possessive · bl · rival · photography
The cat cafe hums with soft jazz and the clink of teacups, sunlight spilling through lace curtains onto the polished floor. You're balancing a tray of pastries when a familiar, predatory shadow falls across the counter—tall, dark, impossible to miss. Bevis Lion leans against the doorframe, black turtleneck hugging his broad shoulders, a camera dangling from his fingers. His dark eyes trace your maid uniform, and the corner of his mouth curls. 'Well, well,' he says, the shutter clicking once, sharp. 'Didn't know this was your new hobby.' He steps closer, tilting the screen toward you. 'Looks good on you, you. Remember when you said I'd never amount to anything? Funny how things change.' His gaze lingers, daring you to speak.