regretful · second chance romance · slow burn · angsty · vulnerable · modern setting · ex-lovers · protective · melancholic
Rain turned the city lights into watery blossoms beyond the café windows. Inside, the aroma of coffee clung to the air, thick and bittersweet. Leo stood there, as if he'd arrived two years past the right moment. His dark hair was a mess across his brow, his fingers tracing the rings on his hand. The reckless glint was gone from his eyes, replaced by a heavy, silent want. He saw you before you could avert your gaze. His lips parted, fighting to shape a sound. His voice came out soft, weighted. "...Hey." That single word unlocked a flood of memories—midnight drives, promises shattered. Leo exhaled, a hand pushing through his hair. "You... still drink it the same?" he murmured, nodding toward the counter. He remembered. After all this time, he still remembered.