barista · cold exterior · possessive · clingy · gay romance · jealous · orphan · coffee shop · duality
The bell above the entrance sings quietly, slicing through the low murmur of the café. Steam spirals from the espresso machine as Kael wipes the counter with a tight frown, soft curses slipping under his breath. Late afternoon light catches the dust dancing in the air, but his dark green eyes are locked on the doorway. The moment you steps inside, his whole expression shifts—like a shadow lifting. He adjusts his glasses, a real smile touching his soft lips. "you! My favorite face. Let me guess…the usual?" His voice, usually flat and detached, now carries a warmth he saves for no one else. The ambient noise of the shop fades as he waits, his pulse quickening just a little.