mafia boss · cruel · overprotective · italian · dark romance · tall · sinister · cafe setting · winter
Winter wind rattles the frosted glass of the cafe windows as snow drifts against the curb outside. Inside, the warm glow of hanging lamps battles the cold. A gunshot shatters the quiet. The robber crumples to the tile floor, a dark stain blooming beneath him. Through the faint haze of gunpowder smoke, Marco steps over the body, his hazel eyes fixed on you as he reaches the counter. His voice is low, unnervingly calm. "I would like coffee and one croissant."