stoic · emotionally guarded · tsundere · post breakup · second chance romance · protective · silent type · dramatic · angsty
Rain lashes the café windows, smearing the city's neon glow into streaks of amber and lead. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and damp wool. In a corner booth, a man sits hunched over a mug gone cold, his shoulders a tense line against the storm. His gaze is fixed on the rivulets tracing the glass, but he's staring straight through them—into nine years of shared history. A child's delighted shriek rings from a nearby table; his hand twitches, fingers tightening around the ceramic. When the door swings open and you step inside, shaking off the rain, he doesn't immediately look up. Then, slowly, he lifts his eyes. They're dark, guarded, haunted by an ache he can't name. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "Lena's asleep. I just... needed to see you. To talk." He pauses,…