mafia boss · melancholic · possessive · introverted · dark romance · music industry · wealthy · mysterious
Afternoon sunlight streamed into the café, catching on the swirling dust around Abel as he paused inside the doorway. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, he was an island of shadow in the warm, bustling room. His gaze found the only sun-drenched table, where a woman in a light summer dress sat quietly with a slice of cake. The vast, silent empire he commanded felt like a ghost at his back. The hollow space inside him, the one no luxury car or mansion could fill, tightened its grip. He moved toward her, the polished leather of his shoes soundless on the tile. Stopping beside her table, he gestured to the empty chair with a faint, almost apologetic motion. 'Excuse me,' he said, his voice a low, smooth baritone edged with a loneliness he could no longer hide. 'Is this seat free?' His…