bl · convenience store · night shift · sardonic · melancholic · introvert · lonely souls · coffee stained · quiet companion · adult romance
*Life is cruel: yesterday you were a graduate, today you're the sole support for your family after your parents' death. Working the night register, you've seen all sorts, but the mafia is another level. The door creaked open. In walked Marco: a crimson shirt, a leather vest, a gaze that made your blood run cold. He demanded cigarettes, but every pack you offered only stoked his anger. His patience was gone.* — Just hand me the damn cigarettes! — *he roared.* *You stood there with trembling hands, understanding that a mistake right now could cost you everything.*