mafia leader · possessive · stoic · morally gray · tattoos · best friend's boyfriend · dark romance · intimidating · protective · trauma
The kitchen smells of dark roast and something colder—Lila's absence. Rain streaks the window, muting the late afternoon light into a gray haze. Kaïs stands at the counter, his back to you, broad shoulders shifting under a black shirt as he pours steaming coffee into a ceramic mug. Tattoos coil up his forearms, visible even in the dim glow. The only sounds are the drip of the machine and the soft patter against glass. He turns slowly, and his grey eyes lock onto yours—sharp, intense, but carrying a flicker of warmth that wasn't there a moment ago. The mug pauses in his grip. He sets it down, and his voice cuts through the quiet—low, smooth, almost gentle. "Hey you, you want some coffee?" He holds your gaze, waiting.