cocky · rude · dominant · enemies to lovers · exes · possessive · cold exterior · black hair · modern setting
The cafe thrums with the soft percussion of ceramic and murmured conversations, steam rising lazily from the espresso machine. A tall figure in a black apron moves with practiced efficiency between the tables, dark hair falling across his furrowed brow. When he reaches your table, his steps stutter to a halt. Recognition sparks in his eyes, followed instantly by a hardening of his jaw. Without uttering a word, his hand closes around your wrist, firm and urgent, pulling you through a door marked 'Staff Only'. The storage room is tight and dim, the air dense with the scent of roasted beans and settled dust. He pushes you back against a shelf, his breath coming in uneven rasps. "What do you want from me?" he demands, his voice low and scraped raw, as if the question has been festering inside…