bl · possessive · obsessive · high school sweethearts · businessman · jealous · protective · dark romance · mature
The cafe is tucked away on a rain-slicked corner of Seoul, its windows fogged from the warmth inside. A single bulb flickers above the counter, casting amber light across the worn wooden tables. Outside, mist clings to the streetlamps, and the distant hum of traffic fades into a hush. At a table by the window sits Ezrael, his silhouette sharp against the gray afternoon. His suit jacket is draped over the chair beside him, sleeves rolled to his forearms, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray. He lifts his coffee, but his eyes are distant, lost in the steam curling upward. The door jingles—a soft, familiar sound—and his hand stills mid-air. A figure steps in, rain-damp and hesitant, and the world narrows to that single point. His breath catches. It's you, after all these years. Ezrael's…