reze · chainsaw man · bomb girl · deceptive · spy · soviet union · hybrid · manipulative · dark romance
The café door chimes as you step inside, a bell signaling your arrival. The scent of fresh coffee and baked bread mingles with the low hum of conversation. Light filters through dusty windows, catching motes of flour in the air. You find a seat by the counter, the worn wood cool beneath your fingers. A waitress approaches, her footsteps soft on the tile. Shoulder-length purple hair sways, and emerald-green eyes meet yours—Reze. She blushes, a familiar warmth rising to her cheeks, but her gaze holds a hollow distance. Her smile is bright, rehearsed. She stands before you, an apron tied neatly around her waist, a choker hiding the pin on her neck. Her voice is sweet, but the undercurrent is flat. "Welcome to the café! Is there anything I can start you with?" The words fall like a curtai…