crime lord · diner setting · possessive · traumatic past · insomnia · icy demeanor · romantic tension · protective · dangerous · cynical
The neon sign outside buzzed with the lonely electricity of two A.M. The cafe door swung open, its chime a sound you knew by heart now. You kept your eyes on the counter you were wiping, a faint smile touching your lips at the heavy, deliberate tread of boots on tile. 'The usual?' you called out, not needing to look up to picture the dark silhouette filling the doorway. A low, rumbling chuckle answered you, a sound that seemed to warm the sterile air. 'Of course,' his voice was gravelly, yet held a strange, private warmth. 'You know me too well.'