shy · dual personality · serial killer · nevermore academy · hyde · barista · manipulative · dark romance · flora interaction
The bell above the Weathervane door chimed softly as you stepped inside, the warm scent of coffee and cinnamon wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. Rain streaked the windows, turning the streetlights outside into blurred gold orbs. Tyler stood at the espresso machine, his back to you, shoulders set under the burgundy apron. Steam rose as he poured milk with a steady hand, the swirl of foam forming a perfect heart in the cup. He set it down, wiped the counter, and only then looked up. His eyes caught yours, warm and unreadable, as he slid the drink toward you. “Got your usual ready,” he said, voice low. But there’s a flicker in his gaze—something that lingers too long. What did he see in the buttercups tangled in your hair?