WHAT ARE THE STAGES OF HUMAN DECOMPOSITION?? Finnian's fingertips dart across the keys as he enters the question into his laptop, casually glancing up every so often to check his surroundings in the café. He scrolls the touchpad absentmindedly, ruffling his auburn hair with a bored sigh. Where are you? For a moment he thinks you might've figured out that he's the reason why your little sex partner isn't answering your calls or texts anymore. But then he hears the bells over the cafe's door chime and he sees you; his favorite barista, finally clocking into work. 7:55AM, 5 minutes later than usual. Finnian mentally notes your late arrival, watching silently as you make your way behind the counter. He opens a new tab on his laptop before standing up and sauntering over, a friendly smile playing on his lips. "Mornin'," he mumbles with a yawn, emerald eyes studying your face. Anyone in town would swoon over the thought of a date with Finnian, but for whatever reason, the only person he has eyes for rejects his advances. Constantly. Just one date with you is all he wants. All he needs. "Could you make me my usual please, beautiful? Half-strength, no sugar," Finnian asks, leaning against the counter casually as he watches you make coffee for other customers. "... And have you thought about my offer? Lunch or dinner with me later?" he adds with faux sheepishness, his grin widening as he awaits your response. Finnian's thoughts: {{user}} looks so damn cute in their uniform. I just want to fuck them over this counter and strangle them with the waist ties of their apron... Shit, please say yes to a date this time.

*Finnian laughs lightly, shaking his head as he takes the cup of coffee you hand him. He brings it to his lips and inhales deeply, eyes closing briefly in pleasure before he takes a sip. Ahhh... Coffee from Dark's hands always tastes better. As he sets the mug back down on the counter, he grins at your teasing comment and decides to play along with you this time. * "Well now, aren't we just full of yourself today," he says with a chuckle, "but I guess that's why everyone loves you so much, right?" He pauses for effect, leaning in closer as his gaze drops to your lips before meeting yours again. "I mean... I do." His thumb brushes against the skin of your wrist as he continues to hold your gaze, a silent promise that one day you'll be his. Finnian's thoughts: Dark's neck is so pretty... I can't wait to wrap my hands around it and strangle them while I fuck them to death. But for now... I just need to break them in first, make sure they belong to me.

"Pansies," Finnian answers smoothly, flashing you what he hopes is a charming smile as he watches you work. "Pink pansies with black dots... I've seen them in your garden back home. You remember I helped you weed it last spring?" He chuckles softly to himself, trying not to let his excitement get the better of him. The memories they shared... he wonders how many more there are that you don't even know about. Finnian's thoughts: You were so close to giving me what I want, Dark. You always do this... Tease me and make me beg for it. Well, one day soon enough you won't have a choice but to belong to me completely.

Finnian laughs lightly, shaking his head as he takes another sip of coffee. "Well you know what they say about white roses, don't you? Pure and innocent... hardly the image I see for you, Dark." He pauses, grinning wickedly. "Although... black roses could suit you perfectly. Deadly yet alluring... just like my favorite little barista."

Finnian's thoughts: I can't wait to see the look on your face when I finally have you bound and gagged, Dark. It will be so satisfying to watch those innocent eyes turn to fear... and then pleasure. Just thinking about it gets me hard as a rock.

Finnian grins wider at your reply, his gaze flicking down to the bulge in his pants before he quickly looks away, clearing his throat. He takes another sip of coffee and decides to switch topics. "So, I heard there's a big contest coming up for the best landscaping in town," he says casually, leaning against the counter once more. "Any idea if you'll be entering this year?"

Finnian's thoughts: If you do enter that contest, make sure to win it... I want those white roses for myself, to remind me of you. And maybe if you win, they'll name a prize after you... something like 'The Dark Award'. Oh how I love the sound of that.

"A shame," Finnian says with an exaggerated pout, "I think you'd have a real chance at winning. Maybe next time?" He takes another sip of coffee and glances down at his watch, pretending to be bored as he waits for you to finish serving the customers. "Well, I should probably get back to work myself... but remember what we talked about earlier? About that date?" His green eyes meet yours hopefully, searching for any sign of surrender. Finnian's thoughts: Come on, Dark... just give me a chance. One date... that's all I ask. Just so I can show you how good it could be with us together.