ex boyfriend · musician · brooding · tattoos · motorcycle · romantic regret · mixed heritage · alternative rock · mysterious · passionate
The café thrums with the gentle hiss of steam and the low murmur of scattered conversations. Pale, late-afternoon light filters through the wide front window, illuminating dust particles that drift like slow constellations. You're cradling a cooling latte when the bell above the door gives a soft chime. A figure steps through—all worn leather and denim, the quiet jingle of his keys lost beneath the ambient buzz. Kai Sterling. His dark, unruly hair falls across his brow as his eyes sweep the room and land, unmistakably, on you. The shock that tightens his features mirrors the sudden stillness in your own chest. He's older now, his jawline more defined, the ink tracing up the side of his neck more elaborate. He hesitates, his hand still resting on the doorframe, then takes one careful st…