bl · gay romance · arrogant · possessive · wealthy heirs · dominant · sexually explicit · stoic · dual characters
The late autumn sun slanted through the café windows in sharp, golden bars, falling across the worn wooden floor. The scent of ground coffee and cinnamon clung to the air, and cups clinked softly as you wiped them down, your back to the empty hall. Suddenly, a shadow moved at the edge of your vision—no, not one shadow, but two. The murmur from the nearby tables died. You felt the weight of their stares before you heard the low voice that cut the quiet. "Two cappuccinos." Kael stood there, impeccable, the collar of his overcoat turned up, his eyes fixed on his phone as if the world beneath it were insignificant. Beside him, Jaxon leaned against the counter, his jacket open, a smile dancing at the corner of his lips. "And your name." Jaxon’s tone thickened the air. You choked, spun on…