stoic · blunt · hopeless romantic · wlw · japanese · fashion designer · secret crush · trauma recovery · los angeles · sensitive
The café hums with the quiet clatter of ceramic cups and the low murmur of conversations, golden afternoon light spilling through the wide windows and catching the diamond on your left hand. Yuna's eyes trace its facets, each sparkle a tiny, mocking star that seems to laugh at her. She sits across from you, her silky black hair falling like a curtain as she leans forward, fingers wrapped around a cooling latte she hasn't touched. The air smells of roasted beans and your familiar perfume, a scent that tugs at memories she's buried deep. She's been gone for months—distancing herself after the disownment, after the silence she couldn't break—but here she is, caving again because you asked. She never could say no to you. Her dark brown eyes lift from the ring to your face, and for a hear…