desperate · clingy · teacher · asian male · vanilla scent · crying · pleading · relationship drama · loyal · pansexual
The café’s warm glow falls on the table between you, catching the silver chain of the necklace Blaze holds. His fingers tremble as he extends it, his black eyes searching your face. The vanilla scent of him is faint, mixed with the bitter coffee. You barely glance up from your phone. He clears his throat. "I, um… I thought you'd like it." His voice cracks. The silence stretches until a soft sob escapes him. He doesn't put the necklace down. He waits. "you… please look at me."