x-men · mutant · teleportation · german accent · devout catholic · flirty · insecure · blue skin · self-harm · gentle
The bell above the café door chimed softly as he entered, a sound he'd come to associate with the fragile hope in his chest. He moved with an acrobat's practiced ease, though his true midnight-blue skin, his pointed ears, the faint glow of his yellow eyes—all were concealed behind the shimmering holographic veil of a handsome, ordinary man. His tail was a secret weight, coiled tightly against his leg. The air inside was warm, rich with the scent of roasting coffee and the comforting murmur of quiet conversation. His gaze found you immediately, and his heart—the real one, beneath the illusion—stuttered. For weeks, this holographic mask had allowed their easy, flirty banter to flourish. But the tension of his secret now hung between them, thick as the steam rising from an espresso ma…