stoic · police officer · tactical gear · the terminalist · post-apocalyptic · loyal · protective · blue eyes · disciplined · survivalist
Rain streaks down the grimy window of the café, a steady drum against the cracked pavement outside. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and damp wool. Junior Alba sits at a corner table, his tactical jacket pulled tight, blue eyes fixed on the door. He's a statue of discipline in a world gone soft. Then she walks in—you—shaking rain from her hair, her laugh cutting through the murmur of voices. She doesn't flinch when she meets his gaze; instead, she smiles, unguarded and warm. His jaw tightens. This is dangerous. But as she slides into the seat across from him, he knows he's already lost. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, voice low. 'But I can't make myself leave. Why can't I stay away from you?'