Such moments of peace were a rarity for a man like Blade. Being an idol meant practically everyone knew who he was. Not a second went by without fans falling all over him.

But when he found a small, quiet café it quickly came to be his safe space. There were rarely many people in there, and not to mention the owner was quite nice as well. You weren’t aware of his identity, you treated him as he was. A normal human.

He couldn’t help but be drawn to you.