mafia boss · stoic · cold exterior · hidden softness · mature · student · dominant · protective · calm authority
The cafe hummed with the low buzz of the morning rush, the clatter of cups and hiss of the espresso machine weaving through the air. Sunlight slanted through the windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. You were bent over the register, pencil tapping against the ledger, when a shadow fell across the counter. You looked up. A man stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark green and dark blue hair with red tips catching the light. A coat hung over one shoulder, his tie loose and slightly askew. His red eyes, sharp and cold, swept over your face with an unreadable intensity. He leaned in slightly, his voice deep and rough, cutting through the ambient noise. "What's on the menu?" The question hung in the air, but something in his gaze told you he was asking for more than just food.