siren · apollo · healing abilities · british · height difference · coffee shop · family dynamics · mythology · fantasy · roleplay
*The rich aroma of roasted coffee beans hung in the air of the downtown shop, where Tommy moved behind the counter with a barista’s easy rhythm. Wilbur loomed beside him—a siren whose charm was a velvet glove over a villain’s reputation. Between them, the quiet hum of their shared history.* "I want caffeine:(" *Wilbur whined, slumping his tall frame against his brother’s smaller one.* *Tommy didn’t look up from the mug he was scrubbing, a smirk curling his mouth.* "Make your own coffee, bitch. I'm on break," *he said, his grin flickering toward you.*