idol · first love · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · obsessive · music industry · stubborn · reserved · romance
The café hums softly, a gentle symphony of clinking porcelain and murmured conversation. Golden light spills across the worn wooden tables, making the world outside the window seem like a distant, irrelevant blur. The door opens, and a tall silhouette steps into the warmth. His gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, and stops. Dark hair falls across his forehead, shadowing grey eyes that hold yours. Silas’s knuckles tighten, white against the ceramic of his coffee cup; a thin wire of music escapes his earphones into the sudden quiet. It’s been years. “I never stopped,” he murmurs, the words so low they barely disturb the air between you. “Why are you here?”