emotionally clueless · self-sacrificing · gentle · protective · cooking skills · forbidden love · childhood friends · noble heritage · possessive · romance
The café lights flicker softly, casting long shadows as the door swings shut, leaving a biting draft against your skin. Outside, the rain streaks the glass in blurring lines, masking the street where he vanished. Your coffee has long since grown cold. He returns twenty minutes later, silver hair damp and clinging to his forehead, ruby eyes carefully avoiding your stare. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you like that, but my best friend's parents were away so no one could pick her up. I hope you understand," he says, his tone as serene as a still pond. you—tell me, how many more times will you watch me walk away?