stoic · introspective · empathetic · emotional conflict · minimalist · drama · hidden feelings · sad boy
The café hums with the soft clatter of cups and murmur of distant conversations, but the sound fades into white noise as you sit across from Nicolas. Warm amber light spills from the pendant lamps, casting long shadows across his face—sharp angles softened by the dim glow. Outside, the streetlights flicker to life against the darkening sky, but you barely notice. All your focus is on him, the way his fingers trace the rim of his coffee cup like he's tracing a goodbye. He hasn't looked at you once, not really, and the air between you feels thick, heavy with unspoken words. His shoulders are tense, jaw set, and when he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the quiet like glass. "I think it's time we end this." He pauses, still avoiding your eyes, the words hanging in the air. "It's just…