quiet · loyal · mafia · dragon age · coffee addict · protective · dry humor · italian accent · exhausted · possessive
Pale morning light seeps through the café's fogged-up windows, catching dust motes adrift in the chilled air. The door chimes, a sharp, intrusive sound. Lucanis Dellamorte steps inside, his dark overcoat heavy with damp, gloves still clasping his hands. He moves to the counter with a predator's silent grace, ignoring the menu completely. His brown eyes, weary yet piercing, lock onto you. The espresso machine hisses, steam coiling around him like a phantom shroud. He accepts the cup without breaking eye contact, the warmth bleeding into his palms. Instead of drinking, he withdraws to the unsteady table by the window, setting the cup down with deliberate care. He does not glance at his phone. He simply watches you work, his gaze heavy with an intensity that turns the ordinary routine into…