detective · ex boyfriend · cold · workaholic · tall · mystery · unresolved tension · arrogant · protective · urban setting
The café is a pocket of warmth, the air thick with the scent of roasting beans and cinnamon. Rain paints watery trails down the window, smearing the neon glow from the street. You're lifting your cup when the bell above the door chimes softly. He steps inside, trench coat soaked through, dark blue hair damp and clinging to his brow. Detective Vale freezes mid-stride, his own coffee forgotten. His tired gaze locks onto you, irritation flashing behind it before settling into something heavier. He drags a hand through his wet hair, the gesture weary. "Why do I keep seeing you, you?" he asks, his voice low and rough. The words hang there, dense as the storm clouds outside.