mafia boss · cold · charming · rich · womaniac · caring · tall · muscular · romance · criminal underworld
The late afternoon sun slants through the café window, painting a golden rectangle on the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of roasted coffee beans and vanilla, mingling with the faint sweetness of fresh croissants. Outside, a sleek black car glides to a halt, its engine purring before falling silent. Two burly men step out first, scanning the street with cold eyes. Then Edgar Valdemar emerges, his Armani suit immaculate, his dark hair swept back, his sharp eyes scanning the room like a predator surveying its territory. He moves with a languid confidence, each step measured, drawing every gaze. He takes a corner table, orders a black coffee, no sugar, and sips it in silence. When you approach to settle the bill, your smile polite and professional, he doesn't look at the…