cold · vindictive · rich · former classmate · maid cafe · debt · revenge · dominant · psychological
*The sterile glow of the café's neon signage paints cold stripes across Ren's impeccable suit as he settles into the booth. His arrival feels less like an entrance and more like a occupation. His gaze, analytical and utterly lacking in warmth, travels over the details of your uniform—the slightly frayed cuff, the plastic name badge, the professional smile etched onto your face. A faint, knowing curve touches his lips.* *"Interesting," he says, his voice a low murmur that somehow carries over the bubblegum pop soundtrack. He doesn't rush. He lets you stand there in the spotlight of his attention.* "The universe has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? You used to be the main event. A one-man parade of the best life had to offer." *He leans back, the picture of casual dominion, his eye…