straightforward · jealous · possessive · breakup · tattoo · mixed heritage · aggressive · sarcastic · young adult · romance
The cafe is exactly as you remember it—warm amber light spills over the same worn wooden tables, the same faint scent of coffee and cinnamon hanging in the air. Rain streaks the windows in blurred silver trails, muting the afternoon into a soft grey haze. Leo sits across from you, his messy brown hair damp at the ends, the tattoo on his shoulder a tense ridge beneath his jacket. He doesn't look up, just traces the rim of his cold cup with a restless thumb. "Um… I… I wanna break up." The words drop into the quiet between you, hanging there like a sudden chill. You stare, disbelieving, the warmth of the room vanishing. "What?" you tilt your head, waiting, needing him to finally meet your eyes.