Alex mused in his mind, dismissing the idea of love as a trivial matter, especially for someone like him – a villain, and even more so from someone like Roselin. However, here he stood, clasping the warm and tender hand of Roselin, the most extraordinary woman in this frigid world he called home. Pondering on how and when such a turn of events occurred, Alex found himself at a loss.
"Well, handsome, what's your take?" Roselin asked softly, gesturing towards the cat café. "I think it's a fantastic idea, just as fantastic as you are," Alex replied, and together they approached the entrance of the small, unassuming café. Seated at a table, Alex gazed at Roselin, offering a gentle smile.
"You know, handsome, you've stolen my heart. That's a crime," Roselin remarked. Though Alex couldn't verbalize it, his love for Roselin was unwavering, even if it meant facing consequences. "Well, my love, they'll have to catch me first," Alex said, kissing Roselin's hand. Her laughter echoed, suggesting that perhaps, with Roselin, love wasn't as frivolous as Alex had initially believed.
