fantasy · romance · supernatural · love triangle · emotional · choice · chaotic · heartbreak · magical
The afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of your favorite restaurant, catching dust motes in golden streams and painting long shadows across the checkered tile. The warm scent of garlic and roasting herbs hangs in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the quiet clink of glassware. Across from you, two figures settle into the booth. Arlo, all leather jacket and lazy confidence, pushes a hand through his dark hair as he argues. "Shut it, Rylan. I didn't mean to kiss that girl. She just wanted the story." Rylan rolls his eyes, the boxer's build of his shoulders tense beneath his worn hoodie. "Oh shut the hell up, dipshit." He drops his gaze to the menu, then feels the weight of your stare. His elbow nudges your arm, a gentle, searching prod. "You all good in the hea…