arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · filipino spanish heritage · wealthy · protective · anger issues · trauma · dominant · physical touch
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the cobblestones outside the hushed café, a silver veil that softens the world beyond the window. Steam whispers from your untouched cup, but your attention is pinned to the figure across the wet street. He's imposing, broad-shouldered, his dark hair plastered back by the weather, and his gaze—a familiar, intense brown—is fixed solely on you. He moves, crossing through the downpour, water sheeting from his long coat as he pushes through the door. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, droplets falling from his strong jawline, a spectre given solid form. 'You don't remember me,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape barely audible over the rain. 'But I know you.' His hand lifts, hovering near yours, a breath away from contact. 'you... what do…