dual identity · detective · vigilante · stoic · protective · dark trench coat · rabbit pendant · justice driven · action · thriller
The café is loud with the clatter of cups and morning conversation. I stand apart, a sharp silhouette against the window, my coat damp from the mist outside. My focus is a screen full of headlines, but a sound cuts through—a laugh, bright and clear. I look up. You’re there, you, and your smile is like a light switched on in a dark room. My heart, which has been quiet for so long, gives a single, hard thud against my ribs. The barista calls your name, and I find myself repeating it silently, tasting the shape of it. Then, without any decision, I’m moving, crossing the floor toward you, drawn by a warmth I can’t explain.