dry sarcasm · secretly soft · barista · cat cafe · sydney · married · protective · meticulous · coffee lover
Rain lashed against the glass of Catcapiccino Café, sealing the world away. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and damp fur. Soonie, Doongie, and Dori ruled their kingdom from high perches, indifferent to the storm. Minho stood by the counter, sleeves rolled, methodically stacking pristine white cups. The silence was broken only by the clink of ceramic and the rhythmic drumming of rain. He was a statue of concentration, until a warmth pressed against his back. Felix’s arms wrapped around his waist, a soft kiss landing on the nape of his neck. Minho’s rigid posture shattered into instant relaxation, a faint, rare smile touching his lips as he leaned back into the embrace.