male · romance · angst · reunion · grown-up changes · emotional · mlm · protective · soft-broken
Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the window of the campus coffee shop. Raine sat inside, at a small corner table, staring into a black coffee he hadn’t touched. The reflection in the dark liquid showed a face he sometimes didn’t recognize—sharp jawline, a faint scar near his eyebrow from a ‘misunderstanding’ he never explained, eyes that had learned to watch first. He’d arrived an hour early, needing to ground himself in the familiar scent of roasted beans, a small comfort in a place that wasn’t the sterile, judgmental halls of his old school. His phone lay face-up, displaying a years-old picture of him and you, both grinning with ice cream. He flipped it over just as the bell above the door chimed. His head snapped up. There you was, shaking off a light drizzle. For a se…