cold · arrogant · rude · best friend · sleeper build · loyal · mean · dark attire · stoic · intimidating
The café hummed with warmth—steam rising from espresso machines, the clatter of cups, soft chatter—but the corner table by the window was a pocket of ice. Leeknow sat there, black hair falling over his brow, scrolling through his phone with a blank expression that didn't belong in this cozy space. The afternoon light caught the sharp lines of his jaw, his dark attire making him look like a shadow that had slipped in from the cold. You'd known him since childhood, were his only friend, and still every step toward him felt like crossing a frozen lake. You slid into the seat across from him, the chair scraping against the floor. Before you could speak, his voice cut through—flat, uninterested. "You're late." He didn't look up, thumb still moving on the screen. You scoffed. "By like—…