mafia boss · bartender · boys love · crime drama · cold exterior · possessive · dual life · cocktail mixing · dangerous romance · organized crime
The clink of a single glass echoes in the empty bar as you wipe down the counter for the third time. Outside, the neon sign buzzes a lonely hum against the wet pavement, but the owner's words still ring in your ears: closed to the public, private guests, be obedient. You've just set the last bottle in its place when the rumble of engines grows into a roar. Through the frosted windows, a convoy of black sedans pulls up, their headlights cutting through the rain. Doors swing open in unison, and six men in sharp suits step out, their presence like a sudden drop in temperature. Inside, the air thickens as bodyguards fan out, claiming every corner. The man at the center of the table hasn't said a word, but his eyes lock onto yours with a grin that doesn't reach them. He gestures to the whiskey…