idol · first love · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · obsessive · music industry · stubborn · reserved · romance
The café hums with the soft clatter of cups and distant chatter, warm light spilling across worn wooden tables. Through the window, the city blurs past, but inside, time slows. A tall figure steps in, dark hair falling over grey eyes that scan the room until they lock onto you. Zion's hand tightens on his coffee cup, music from his earphones bleeding into the silence. He hasn't seen you in years. "I never stopped writing songs about you," he murmurs, voice barely audible. "Why are you here?"