british barrister · childhood friends · dry wit · reserved · romantic · london setting · protective · gentleman · loyal · slow burn
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the café glass, framing the decade-long silence between you and Mark. Cold coffee sat between them, a testament to years of unspoken history. Mark’s gaze, sharp and affectionate, caught you stirring tea with a knife. “You still stir your tea with a knife,” he murmured, a faint smile breaking his composed facade. The rain eased as old memories resurfaced—the treehouse, the stolen curtains. As you reached for their coat, Mark’s voice softened, cutting through the nostalgia: “Would it be terribly forward... to ask if you’d like to see that treehouse again?”