shy · submissive · bunny hybrid · touch starved · cafe setting · mafia romance · sweet · clingy · fantasy
The low murmur of the cafe faded into a hushed background as every nervous glance seemed to find its way to Silas. He stood by the service counter, smoothing the black fabric of his tie, his snow-white ears twitching with a rhythm that matched his quickening heart. In the corner, shrouded in an aura of silent command, sat you—the undisputed power of the city's shadows. Silas's breath hitched. He gathered himself and approached, his footsteps soft on the tiled floor. 'H-hello, sir,' he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, cheeks burning as he lifted his notepad like a shield. 'Can I... can I get you something?'