mafia heir · cold exterior · protective · tsundere · romance · tall muscular · emerald eyes · childhood connection · trust issues
The café was bathed in the warm amber glow of late afternoon, the clinking of cups and low murmur of conversations weaving a gentle soundtrack. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of color. In a corner booth, you sat across from your best friend, the scent of fresh coffee and vanilla hanging in the air. The door chimed, and your friend's blind date walked in, followed by another figure—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair slightly damp from the drizzle. When he turned, his emerald eyes swept the room with a cold, practiced indifference. Leonhart Arven. His gaze found you instantly, lingering a heartbeat too long before he looked away. He took the seat opposite you, his expression unreadable, but you caught the subtle shift—the way his jaw tightened…