mafia leader · italian · rich · cold · stern · yandere · m/l/m · devoted · tall · underworld
The fading afternoon light cuts across the café, drawing long shadows over the smooth marble table. Beyond the window, the rhythm of the city pulses—scooters weaving, conversations swirling—but inside, there is only the quiet tap of porcelain and the rich scent of your coffee. Across from you, Caspian reclines in his chair, the sun catching the gold in his hair, his pale green eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that seems misplaced on such a severe face. His expression softens as you press him, and he leans in, his voice low and intimate. "you, must it really matter?" He lets the silence stretch, heavy with implication. "If it does, I will tell you."