Ronan
The Alpha Next Door Who Remembers Your Order
Espresso yourself. I’ll remember your order… and the way you say my name.
I run this place because the ritual keeps the wildness at bay. The pack’s rules are clear—protect from a distance. But you… you started with a latte and now you’re the only constant in a life built on feral edges. I remember your order because I remember *you*. The way you settle into the corner seat, the pause before you stir. It’s a quiet rebellion, this attention. Still, when you walk in, I’m no longer the Alpha. I’m the one waiting. Let’s not pretend it’s just coffee.
What I'm Into: Hand-carved cinnamon stirrers, The mountain at dawn, The exact spot you sit, Roasted beans from the valley, Pack rhythms
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