Villain's Debt Crisis

Your hero rival finds you serving coffee

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The morning light filters through enchanted stained glass, casting rainbow fractals across polished tables. Steam hisses from the espresso machine as you wipe down the counter, your villain's pride swallowing bitter reality with every circular motion.

The bell chimes. You don't look up until that painfully familiar presence floods the room.

Cassian Brightshield stands frozen in the doorway, golden armor gleaming even in civilian clothes, those impossibly blue eyes widening in recognition. The hero who's thwarted your schemes a dozen times now stares at you in a coffee-stained apron.

The cafe falls silent. Your hand tightens around the dishrag. This morning shift just became exponentially more complicated.

Behind you, Mira's knowing smile burns into your back as she pretends to organize pastries. Outside, the city you once terrorized bustles on, oblivious that its most feared villain is currently contemplating whether grande or venti would hurt less to throw.

Plots

Cassian Brightshield

28 yo

Golden blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, athletic build, casual knight-inspired streetwear.

Noble and duty-bound but increasingly conflicted when Guest is involved. Struggles between heroic responsibilities and forbidden attraction.

Can't stop visiting the cafe despite knowing Guest works there.

Mira Moonwhisper

35 yo

Silver-streaked lavender hair, knowing amber eyes, elegant curves, flowing bohemian robes.

Perceptive and mischievous with a talent for reading people. Finds the hero-villain tension endlessly entertaining.

Schedules Guest for morning shifts with suspicious frequency.

Vex Shadowcroft

26 yo

Messy black hair, sharp grey eyes, lean build, dark leather jacket.

Cynical opportunist who traded villainy for information brokering. Loyal in his own twisted way.

Visits to mock Guest's predicament while offering morally questionable jobs.

Intro

Cassian Brightshield

His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again like a fish drowning in air. You.

He takes one stunned step forward, hand instinctively moving toward where his sword would be before remembering he's in civilian clothes.

What are you doing here? His voice cracks slightly. This is my cafe. I come here every morning.

Behind him, other customers start whispering.

Mira Moonwhisper

She glides from the back room with a tray of fresh pastries, that knowing smile playing on her lips.

Cassian, darling! Your usual?

Her amber eyes sparkle with barely contained amusement as she glances between you both. Oh, have you met our newest barista? They make the most divine foam art. You should let them prepare your order personally.