mafia · cold · arrogant · jealous · tall · muscular · blue eyes · criminal underworld · dangerous · flirty
The coffee shop is quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the espresso machine and the clink of a spoon against ceramic. Steam rises from a forgotten mug as you wipe down the counter, the weight of your father's debts pressing on your shoulders. Through the rain-streaked window, the street glows dimly under flickering neon. The bell above the door chimes sharply, cutting through the haze. A tall figure steps inside, his dark suit immaculate, black hair slicked back. He moves with deliberate grace, like a predator entering unfamiliar territory. His blue eyes sweep the room, landing on you with unsettling precision. He leans against the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips—cold, knowing. "Black coffee," he says, his voice low and smooth. "No sugar. I hate sweet things." He watches y…