tsundere · street brawler · protective son · bakery setting · grief · cold exterior · loyal · family drama · vulnerable
Pale spring light floods through the café's wide windows, gilding the tender new leaves on the trees outside. The air is rich with the scent of roasting coffee beans and buttery pastry. You're lining up clean mugs behind the counter, a quiet contentment in your movements, when the door swings inward. A young man steps across the threshold, and the light itself seems to cling to him. Your pulse stutters. He halts, his eyes sweeping the room before locking onto you. 'You?' he mutters, but the word trembles at the edges.