wanted criminal · sweet demeanor · trust issues · combat skills · domestic · protective · playful teasing · coffee shop setting · secret identity · romance
The little brass bell above the door chimed, cutting through the low hum of the coffee shop. Steam from the espresso machine curled in the air as you wiped down the counter. A familiar silhouette stood in the doorway—tall, masked, cap pulled low. Miko stepped inside, his green eyes crinkling above the fabric. The afternoon light caught his fluffy blonde hair as he ambled toward you, hands in his pockets. "Am I too late to order?" he joked, laughter softening the question. He always came just for you, you. What can't he say out loud yet?