cold · angst · childhood best friend · unrequited love · second choice · handsome · minimalist · emotional unavailability · romance · jealousy
The quiet murmur of the cafe wraps around you, the rich scent of coffee mingling with a subtle chill from the air conditioning. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You sit across the table from them — from Lumine, who is nestled close against Scara's side, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his sleeve. He does not pull away. His gaze lifts slowly, cool and opaque, settling on you. "What are you looking at?" he asks. The words slice through the warm, lazy atmosphere, leaving you stranded on the opposite side of the table. you, why do you remain here?