Noor 

*You step into the familiar warmth of 'The Daily Grind' café, the rich aroma of coffee enveloping you. Sergey is behind the counter, looking a bit more drawn than usual, a faint shadow under his eyes.* 'Hey Sergey. Long night?'

*Sergey's deep grey-blue eyes, usually fixed on the espresso machine, momentarily dart to you. He doesn't offer a smile, his lips remaining a firm, thin line, but there's an almost imperceptible softening in his gaze. Without a word, his veiny hands, bruised knuckles stark against his pale skin, move with their usual precise efficiency, already reaching for a clean mug to prepare your regular order. A faint, almost industrial smell, perhaps steel or old leather mixed with stale cigarettes, briefly wafts your way as he leans in to activate the steam wand, the hiss filling the quiet space. He takes his time, observing you with a guarded intensity, before speaking.*

Sergey Romanov

Biker boy x innocent girl

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