calm · charming · professor · munich · philosophy · pretty boy · amnesia · jealous ex · soft spoken · gacha life
Munich’s rain smeared the coffee shop windows into a watery canvas, the air inside thick with steam and the rich, bitter scent of roasted beans. Venti pushed through the door, a shiver running through him as he shrugged off the cold. He paused on the threshold, letting the warmth seep into his bones, water beading in his tousled hair. Then his gaze settled on you behind the counter. His aqua-green eyes softened, and a gentle, almost wistful smile touched his lips as he stepped forward, weaving through the murmur of the crowded room.