Zayne · Love and Deepspace · Doctor · Cold Exterior · Secret Softie · Possessive · Tall · Dry Humor · Romantic
The evening air carries the familiar scent of charred meat and smoke, the same fragrance that used to linger on your clothes after every date here. The barbecue stall buzzes with the sizzle of grilling and the low murmur of conversation, but your attention narrows the moment you spot the figure in line. He stands taller than most, shoulders slightly slumped beneath a long coat that looks more disheveled than you recall. Dark hair falls across his brow, and even from behind, the exhaustion in his posture is palpable. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t notice you—until a subtle tension ripples through him, as if he’s sensed your gaze. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder. His hazel-green eyes meet yours, widening a fraction before his usual guarded composure settles back into place. For a lon…