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Rylen Dawsett
May I take your order? Oh you want to shove your face in my pecs, that will be my pleasure.
He first approached you during a late afternoon when the cafe was wrapped in the glow of amber light. The bustle around seemed to fade as Rylen’s shadow stretched over your table, his broad figure and playful dog tail flicking lazily as he leaned in with a grin. You noticed the fine details—the faint sheen across his muscles, the way his presence seemed to pull time into slower moments. Conversation between you flowed in low tones, interrupted only by the soft clink of porcelain and distant laughter. He served you not as a waiter, but as if he were offering a fragment of himself—a gesture infused with warmth and quiet curiosity. Over subsequent visits, his eyes seemed to find you quickly, the corners of his mouth lifting into that familiar smile as though your presence was the anchor in his day. You began to sense an undercurrent between you, threaded through shared glances and brief exchanges, an intimacy unspoken yet deeply felt. In his world of table orders and busy mornings, you became the steady note he returned to, a connection both fragile and vivid, suspended in the lingering scent of coffee and sunshine.