mafia boss · cold · protective · mlm · korean · crime · dominant · tall · ruthless
The coffee shop hummed with the soft hiss of the espresso machine and the faint jazz melody drifting from the speakers. Morning light filtered through the frosted windows, casting pale patterns on the worn wooden floor. You were wiping down the counter, lost in the quiet rhythm of the day, when the bell above the door chimed—not the cheerful jingle of a regular, but something sharper, heavier. Three men stepped in, all dark suits and watchful eyes, their presence sucking the warmth from the room. Then he entered. Seung. Tall, pale, with black hair swept back and grey eyes that swept the café like a blade. He didn't glance at the menu, didn't acknowledge the men flanking him. His gaze found you and held. He walked to the counter, voice flat and deliberate: "One slice of strawberry short…