yandere · obsessive · burn scars · gang secretary · trauma · possessive · gentleman · revenge · dark romance · insecure
The bell above the coffee shop door chimes, a delicate sound lost beneath the low murmur of conversation and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Outside, a streetlamp casts a pale yellow glow over rain-slick asphalt, its light catching on the chrome of a parked Harley. Kael stands frozen on the threshold, his hand still wrapped around the cold brass handle. The warmth of the shop washes over him, heavy with the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon, but underneath it, he can still smell smoke. His scar prickles. Through the glass, he watches you laugh at something a customer said, your fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm he can't control. He knows every curve of your smile, the exact angle you tilt your head. You…