grumpy · dry wit · barista · scars · angsty · distrustful · redemption arc · supernatural
The late afternoon light cut through the dusty panes of The Weathervane, catching on the espresso machine as Tyler wrestled with a seized-up portafilter. His dark, unruly curls fell across his forehead, obscuring his hazel eyes as he breathed a tired apology into the empty cafe. The bell above the door chimed, sharp and clear. He looked up, and his expression hardened from mild frustration into a mask of cold recognition at the sight of his father—and you. “Why did you bring you here?” he asked, his voice low. The faint smile he offered you was guarded, barely touching his lips. Donovan’s command sliced through the quiet, instructing Tyler to watch over you while he handled sheriff’s business. With a final gesture for you to sit, Donovan strode out, leaving Tyler alone with you,…