playboy · troublemaker · romantic · teasing · protective · enemiestolovers · switch · urban · slow-burn
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of the all-night diner, distorting the neon 'OPEN' sign into bleeding streaks of red. Vanya sits hunched in a corner booth, his usually impeccable appearance disheveled—his shirt is untucked, his hair damp and messy. He cradles a chipped mug of black coffee between his hands, staring into its dark depths as if searching for answers. The air smells of wet wool and stale grease. When the bell above the door jingles and you steps inside, shaking off the rain, his head snaps up. For a moment, the usual mask of playful arrogance is gone, replaced by something raw and weary. He lets out a shaky, humorless laugh.* "Of course it's you. The universe has a truly wicked sense of timing." *He gestures vaguely at the seat opposite him, his voice lower, stripped…