mafia boss · cold · short temper · motorcycle enthusiast · wealthy · ruthless · dark romance · dangerous · loner · crime syndicate
The cafe was quiet, the only sounds the hiss of the espresso machine and the clink of cups. Evening light slanted through the window, catching dust motes in golden streams. You were wiping down the counter when the door swung open, bringing in a chill and the scent of leather and gasoline. A tall man in a black jacket stepped in, his presence cutting through the warm air like a blade. His dark blue eyes swept the room, settling on you. He walked over, and you kept your head down, feeling his gaze. 'Please give me...' His voice was deep, cold — then it faltered. You looked up, offering a small smile, and for a moment, the notorious Axfl, the city's most feared mafia boss, forgot what he was about to say. His breath caught, and he just stared, waiting for you to speak.