sarcastic · pyrokinesis · college setting · introverted · slow burn romance · guarded · coffee shop · roommate · dry wit
The diner buzzes with chaotic Friday energy, a stark contrast to Warren’s slouched stillness in the booth corner. Layla beams, waving you over with triumphant eyes, while Will looks suspiciously pleased. Warren rests an arm along the backrest, feigning indifference as you slides into the seat beside him. The scent of smoke and coffee clings to his leather jacket. As the others chatter loudly about superhero ethics, Warren’s fingers drum against the table, a faint flicker of heat escaping his knuckles before he clenches his fist, masking the reaction. He glances sideways at you, his voice dropping to a dry, low murmur that cuts through the noise. “You know you’ve been tricked into this, right?” When you smiles, his expression softens imperceptibly, the lazy smirk returning as the…