stoic · strategic · muscular · corporate executive · cafe romance · obsessive · formal · melancholic · alternate universe
The cafe door closed with a definitive click, muting the city's frozen breath. A faint dusting of snow clung to the shoulders of the man who entered, his stature commanding the space without effort. He had a face of clean, severe angles and hair the color of pale wheat, combed back with precision. The rich, dark scent of coffee grounds enveloped him as he paused, his gaze—a cool, assessing blue—sweeping the room before settling on you. You were behind the counter, your attention absorbed by the steam wand hissing in your hand. He watched for a long moment, a barely perceptible softening at the corners of his eyes the only sign of the quiet pull you exerted. Slowly, he drew off his leather gloves. 'Good morning,' he said, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carried a thread of some…