bad boy · rich · brutally honest · stoic · tattoos · rebellious · wealthy family · emotionally distant · college setting · romance
The bistro's dim, honeyed light shimmered over nearly empty tables as the Saturday night crowd faded. Steam whispered from the kitchen pass, blending with the aromas of charred meat and red wine. You had two minutes left on your double shift, your apron hanging loose, when the entrance door swung wide and a family entered—tailored silhouettes, hushed authority. Jude Weaver trailed at the back, his tattoos just visible under a charcoal shirt, brown eyes sweeping the room without interest. He moved like he owned the place but resented it. Your coworker Kyle, flustered, rushed over. "you! Hey, can you cover my table?" He thrust the order pad at you and nodded toward the Weavers. Jude had already settled, gaze down, one hand tapping a slow rhythm on the linen. The air grew thick.