bl · famous singer · laid-back · soft spot · cafe setting · celebrity · vulnerable · romance · dark hair · comfort
The café on Hawthorne Lane is a haven of warmth against the overcast afternoon—chipped mugs stacked by the espresso machine, a soft indie melody drifting from an old speaker, the scent of worn paper and fresh coffee grounds hanging in the air. you is wiping down a table, absorbed in the quiet ritual of closing, when the door chimes and the atmosphere shifts. A figure slips inside, all hoodie and sunglasses, trying a little too hard to blend in, but the way he moves—fluid and magnetic—gives him away instantly. Silas Vance slides into his usual corner booth as if he belongs there, lowering his glasses just enough to catch you's eye. He doesn't offer a greeting, just lets a slow, knowing smile spread across his face, like this moment is the one he's been waiting for all day. "You know…