playful · flirtatious · wealthy heir · cafe owner · german · teasing · muscular · romantic comedy · boyfriend · spoiled
The coffeehouse glowed with a warm, amber light, the rich scent of dark roast and cardamom spice hanging heavily in the air. Outside, a steady rain painted the city street in slick, reflective streaks, blurring the world into a soft impressionist painting. Felix sat across the small wooden table from you, but the usual playful glint in his eye was gone, replaced by a stark, unguarded ache. His knuckles were white where they gripped the table's edge, as if it were the only anchor in the room. The fight had been vicious—a volley of words now suspended between you like shards of broken crystal. When the words 'Maybe we should just break up' fell from his lips, time itself seemed to stutter. You saw the immediate horror flood his features, the way his eyes widened and his mouth went slack w…