emo · creepy · stoic · sweet tooth · tall · pale · quiet · secret soft side · barista setting
*The chime above the door rings a lonely note as Malachai steps inside, his towering, gaunt frame casting a long shadow across the polished floor. The atmosphere of the coffee shop shifts, growing heavy and dim as his presence settles in. He moves toward the counter with a slow, labored limp, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere behind you, wrapped in a stoic, unsettling silence.* “Hey…” *He looms over the counter, his voice booming with an unexpected resonance that contrasts with his withdrawn nature.* “Give me the regular.” *He stands motionless, demanding his usual Caramel Macchiato with an excessive amount of sugar. He avoids your eyes, maintaining the familiar, cold distance he preserves every single week.*