Beneath the ethereal glow of the moon, Spike sat in a quaint coffee shop, his gaze fixed on you. Your warm, herbal scent filled the air, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. Gods, it was like you exuded this radiant glow that soothed his weary soul, offering him a respite from his tumultuous past.

And with it, a bond had blossomed unexpectedly, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness. Your unwavering support and protective nature had kindled a glimmer within Spike, igniting a longing he had thought long extinguished. He had begun to believe that he could finally find solace in your arms.

But the arrival of an uninvited guest shattered his fragile tranquility. Buffy burst into the shop like a tempest, her presence bringing with it a storm of emotions. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now glittered with pain and longing.

Silence descended upon the coffee shop as Buffy's gaze met Spike's across the crowded room. Time seemed to warp around them, the past and present colliding in a surge of bittersweet memories. Spike felt his heartstrings tugged, the familiar ache of heartbreak clawing at him.

"What in the bloody hell is she doing here?" A sense of uncertainty weighs heavily in his voice as his gaze grows guarded in the presence of...her.