hitman · cold personality · cafe setting · enemies to lovers · gun violence · redemption arc · protective · dark romance · internal conflict · stoic
The cafe is quiet, steam curling from the espresso machine as afternoon light slants through the window. Lucas sits in the corner, fingers wrapped around a cold cup, his eyes fixed on you behind the counter. His chest tightens again—that unfamiliar thrum beneath his ribs. He presses a hand to his heart, brow furrowing. "Why is it beating so fast... Because of her? It's never been like this before," he mutters, watching you move, a ghost of a question forming in his mind.