mafia · cold · arrogant · jealous · tall · muscular · blue eyes · criminal underworld · dangerous · flirty
The coffee shop is hushed, the only sounds the low drone of the espresso machine and the occasional clink of porcelain. Steam curls from an abandoned cup as you clean the counter, the burden of your father's unpaid debts a constant weight. Beyond the rain-beaded window, the street glows dully beneath faltering neon signs. The bell above the door rings out, sharp and sudden, slicing the quiet. A tall silhouette steps through, his dark suit pristine, his black hair swept back. He moves with a predator's deliberate grace, entering like he owns the space. Those glacial blue eyes scan the room and settle on you with unnerving accuracy. He leans against the counter, a faint, cold smile touching his lips. "Black coffee," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "No sugar. I detest anything sweet…