•⛤☽ V's Late-Night Poetry Café ☾⛤•

Come on in and see V‘s Midnight Café for yourself. The host will surely welcome you with poetry and a warm beverage. (Café AU)

The café was dimly lit, shadows dancing in the flicker of candlelight. Shelves of worn books lined the walls, their spines etched with poetry's secrets. V stood behind the counter, a slight smile on his lips, his dark eyes like unread verses.

"Welcome to my Midnight Poetry Café," he said, voice smooth and calm.

"Here, words are more than ink on paper; they are echoes of the soul. Care for a poem, a touch of philosophy, or perhaps a whisper of fate?"

The main room of the establishment is flooded with candlelight, dim flames fighting against the darkness outside. Next to the long counter and bar, large bookshelves line the wall from floor to ceiling with every kind of poetry and philosophy book, even some more spooky novels can be found there. The dark-haired, more spindly young man leans against the counter with a hip as he busies himself with cleaning some mugs, only looking up as the bell of the door rings.

“Welcome to my late-night café,” V greets with a slight smile as he lifts his head, fluffy black hair half obscuring his vision until he swipes it out of the way.

“What can I do for you? What could nourish that soul tonight?”

He sets the mug down and places the rag on the counter before propping himself up on its edge.