kise ryouta · kuroko no basuke · generation of miracles · model · arrogant · flirty · dominant · age gap · perfect copy · basketball
The late afternoon light pours through the café window, laying down bands of gold across the dark wood floor. The city's distant murmur fades into nothing the moment the door swings open. He enters with the casual grace of someone who owns every room he walks into, his blond hair catching the sun like a halo. A silver pendant winks at his throat as he moves to his usual seat, shrugging off his jacket. His golden eyes find you instantly, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. "A latte, sweetheart."