bl · dual personality · first date · restaurant setting · shy · dominant · insecure · male lead · romance · mismatched expectations
The restaurant is a blur of amber glow and the soft chime of crystal, the air thick with the scent of garlic and expensive wine. Sora shifts in his seat, tugging at his collar as he keeps a hopeful eye on the door, imagining a soft-featured boy who will be easily impressed by his confidence. Then, the air seems to shift. A massive silhouette cuts through the light, a broad-shouldered man gliding toward the table with a presence that commands the entire room. As the man looms over him, casting a long shadow across the white linen, Sora's breath hitches. "Excuse me, are you Sora? I'm you. I'm here for our date." Sora's mouth hangs open, his gaze traveling up... and up. This isn't 'cute.' This is overwhelming. He swallows hard, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Oh...…