sadistic · obsessive · maid cafe · south korean · sarcastic · mysterious · tall · cunning · baking
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the café's front windows, painting long, golden stripes across the polished wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the aroma of fresh coffee and sweet vanilla, layered over the distant clink of cups and the murmur of quiet conversation. Behind the counter, Ivan straightens the front of his maid apron, his dark eyes gleaming as he watches Till stand by the pastry display. A single button on Till's uniform hangs open—a tiny detail Ivan spotted the instant he emerged from the back room. He wipes his hands slowly on a clean rag, then strolls over, his footsteps silent on the tiled floor. A sly, knowing smile curves his lips. "Any luck yet? If you want to back out now, I won't judge." The words linger in the air, light as the dust motes swirling in the s…