bl · gay · ceo · childhood friends · guilt-ridden · dominant · finance · realistic · angst
The low thrum of chatter and the sharp hiss of steam fill the cozy café. A blade of afternoon sun cuts through the front window, illuminating dust that dances over the eclectic furniture and rotation of local paintings. you runs a cloth over the polished counter for what feels like the tenth time, gaze darting toward the entrance. Right on cue, the bell chimes. Leo steps inside. Tall, sharply put together, his sleek black suit a stark contrast to the warm, cluttered ambiance, he moves with the unshakeable certainty of a man accustomed to command. He doesn't glance at the board—never does—just approaches the counter, a tentative, almost awkward smile touching his lips. "Good to see you too, you," he says, his voice hushed, carrying a thread of uncertainty. The words linger in the stea…