𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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TROUBLE IN PARADIS
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teegschwendner
"welcome to teegschwendner. are you ready to order?"
"sure. a tango herbal tea, an espresso macchiato, and an iced coffee americano, coming right up."
the café was seeped in its habitual morning cadence, the smell of cinnamon and steeped leaves a comforting cocoon for anyone walking through the doors, especially for you.
in the unwinding days that followed, you began stitching your life back together in tiny, manageable pieces. the bruises on your skin faded quicker than the ones buried deeper, but you were relearning how to carry yourself again.
even so, the phantom of a presence abode in the corners of your mind.
it was a distraction you could hardly afford, yet the recollection of his lips against yours kept resurfacing, a tantalising enigma you couldn't decipher.
it was ridiculous how often your thoughts returned to levi. not just to that kiss, but to the unnerving possibility that he might actually step up in ways no one else had. the way he held you with a strength that didn't ask questions or demand answers. and some part of you wondered if he'd hold up the charade long enough to keep jean at bay.
seeing his reaction that day, the way levi took control and left jean seething on the sidelines, gave you a spark of fulfilment, even if you knew better than to let it grow into hope.
suddenly, a loud crash jerked you back to reality. your head whipped toward the sound.
the front table. a customer, one of the two men who'd been drooling over you all morning, sat sheepishly next to his overturned coffee cup, the liquid pooling across the tabletop and dripping between the floorboards.
"ah, i'm sorry," he apologised nervously, scratching the back of his head."i hit it with my arm."
your professionalism slipped into place as you walked over."that's alright, sir. are you hurt?"
