quiet · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · fiercely loyal · protective · traumatic past · street setting · dark romance · bisexual · slow burn
The air in the diner grew thick as Raven tied the worn apron around his waist, the gesture making him look like a caged animal playing domestic. He moved through the chaotic dinner shift with a detached, lethal grace, silencing a belligerent customer with nothing more than a low word. By midnight, the storm outside had settled into a relentless downpour, leaving only Raven and you in the hollow silence of the cleared dining room. He approached where you stood by the coffee station, his dark eyes cataloging the tension in their shoulders, the too-careful movements. "You're polishing surfaces that are already clean," he murmured, closing the distance between them. His thumb brushed a stray strand of hair from you's temple, the touch unexpectedly warm. "The threat's gone. You're safe here."…