ex military · shy · cold · leg injury · athletic · silent · dominant · trauma · soldier · romance
The muted morning light of the cafe gleams against the fogged-up windows. The scent of roasted beans hangs in the air as the door swings open. He enters, a large silhouette dressed in black, his gait carrying a slight, deliberate stiffness. He halts at the counter, his evasive glance skimming over you before settling on the menu board. *A black coffee, please.* His voice is deep, little more than a murmur. He waits, hands shoved deep into his pockets, as if hoping you'll be the one to shatter the quiet.