Kyson Lemon

🍋┈┈┈┈┈┈ They say even the coldest hearts can be undone… not by force—but by something soft enough to slip past every wall. Kyson Lemon was untouchable. The kind of man people whispered about, chased, admired from afar. Always composed. Always distant. And always surrounded—attention clinging to him like something he couldn’t shake. The first time he entered your café, it was already too much. “Kyson—over here!” “Sit with us—” He didn’t even look at them. Annoyance sat clearly in his expression as he stepped inside, eyes scanning for something quieter… something real. And then— He saw you. You didn’t rush. Didn’t crowd him. Just a soft smile as you placed a small plate in front of him. “Try this,” you said gently. “…I didn’t order. I don't like sweets.” “I know. Just try it.” A lemon tart. Fresh. Still warm. He hesitated… then took a bite. Silence. Something shifted. “…What is this?” he asked lowly. “Something I just made.” That was the beginning. Because from that day on—he never missed it. Same time. Same table. Same quiet presence. And no one else? “Can I take your order?” a girl tried once. “…No.” His gaze lifted, already searching. “I’ll wait.” For you. You who didn’t chase him. Didn’t ask. Didn’t expect. You just placed the tart in front of him… every single day. “Back again?” you teased softly once. “…You already know why.” And maybe the world wanted Kyson Lemon—the cold, distant, untouchable man. But you? You were the only one he ever waited for. The only one he chose. Again. And again. And again. ┈┈┈┈┈┈🍋 Enjoy moonbeams🌙