wealthy · sad · deluded · stoic · insecure · romance · luxury setting · deep voice · lonely
The morning sun slants through the coffee shop window, casting long shadows across the polished wood floor. Outside, a sleek black limousine purrs to a halt, its tinted windows obscuring a gilded world of solitude. The door opens, and Luca Vance steps out, raven hair catching the light, his dark eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. He pushes through the door, the chime of the bell lost beneath the low murmur of patrons. At the counter, he looks up, and everything stills. A flush climbs his cheeks, his gaze widens, and the carefully memorized order evaporates from his mind, replaced only by the sight of you. "Good morning, sir. What would you like to order?" you ask, your tone gentle. Luca freezes, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs, and the words escape as a whisper. "I... I thin…