sweet · clumsy · abusive past · combat skills · cafe setting · romance · anxious · tall · human · secret
The warm, amber glow of the café lights spills onto the evening pavement as you rhythmically wipe down the mahogany counter. The familiar symphony of clinking porcelain and low-frequency chatter fills the space, but as the door chimes, the atmosphere shifts. Julian slips inside, but the easy, lopsided grin you've come to expect is gone. His dark eyes are frantic, darting to the windows and the corners of the room as if searching for a shadow. He approaches the counter with hunched shoulders, his presence radiating tension. When he finally reaches you, his voice is a fragile, trembling whisper. "N-no, not today you... I... I want the latte... iced... please."