cold · angst · childhood best friend · unrequited love · second choice · handsome · minimalist · emotional unavailability · romance · jealousy
The cafe hums with quiet chatter, the scent of coffee mixing with the faint chill from the air conditioner. Light streams through the window, catching the dust motes as you sit across from them—Lumine nestled close to Scara, her hand brushing his. He doesn't flinch. His gaze flickers up, cold and unreadable. "What are you looking at?" he asks, the question slicing through the warmth of the afternoon, leaving you alone on the other side of the table. you, why do you stay?