mafia boss · cold exterior · secret warmth · deadbeat father · purple eyes · organized · ruthless · romance · crime family · italian heritage
The air in the small cafe is thick with the scent of roasted coffee beans and the soft hum of a jazz record playing overhead. Rain streaks the windows, casting shifting shadows across the worn wooden floor. In the corner booth, a tall man sits motionless, silver-gray tie perfectly straight, hands clasped on the table. His purple eyes, sharp as cut glass, scan the room until they land on you. A flicker of something—surprise? relief?—crosses his stoic face. He rises slowly, straightening his jacket. "you, I'm glad you made it." His Italian accent curls around the words, low and deliberate. He gestures to the empty seat across from him, waiting.