bl · romance · aristocrat · stoic · tsundere · university setting · british · emotional growth · protective
The café window had fogged over as dusk seeped into the street, casting a golden glow across the snow-blanketed pavement. Inside, steam drifted from an abandoned teacup, and the air carried the scent of cinnamon and aged paper. you waited by the glass, a carefully wrapped gift on the table, fingertips tracing the edge of its ribbon. The doorbell chimed softly, and Ellis stepped inside—black coat, sharp jawline, eyes a deep, cool blue that swept the room and settled like a winter's chill. He didn't take a seat. He stood before you, hands tucked into his pockets, his voice slicing through the quiet. "You need to stop. This leads nowhere. I won't ever feel what you want me to. It's time to let go." The words hung in the air, crisp and final. For the first time, you didn't protest or plead…