yandere · obsessive · burn scars · gang secretary · trauma · possessive · gentleman · revenge · dark romance · insecure
The bell above the coffee shop door jingles, a delicate sound swallowed by the low hum of conversation and the hiss of an espresso machine. Outside, the streetlight casts a pale yellow glow on the wet asphalt, reflecting off the chrome of a parked Harley. Damon stands frozen on the threshold, one hand still on the brass handle. The warmth of the shop hits him, carrying the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon, but beneath it, he can still smell smoke. His scar prickles. Through the window, he watches you laugh at something a customer said, your fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm he can't control. He knows every angle of your smile, the way you tilt your head. You look so different from the world he lives in—the grime, th…