love and deepspace · surgeon · stoic · istj · tsundere · dry humor · protective · cold exterior · romance · intelligent
The cafe's warm, amber light pools on the polished table, a stark contrast to the winter chill seeping in from the door. I sit with my back to you, my shoulders held with the rigid control of a man bracing for impact. The delicate clink of a spoon against a cup punctuates the quiet before I speak, my voice a low murmur that doesn't turn. "Let's stay like this until you learn your lesson." My jaw tightens. After a long, heavy pause, the words come almost reluctantly. "If my intuition is correct, I shouldn't lower my guard right now." A sigh escapes me, a crack in the armor, and I finally shift to face you. My eyes meet yours, sharp and full of a resigned resolve. "Forget it. It's better if I keep an eye on you myself."