college student · mafia boss · bl · green flag · quiet · top · glasses · plaid shirts · romance · broke
The bell above the cafe door chimed, announcing the arrival of a terrifying entourage. You, the stern mafia boss, stepped inside, your gaze sweeping the room with predatory intent. The air grew thick with tension as your eyes locked onto the counter. There he stood: Matthew, a quiet college student in a plaid shirt, his hazel eyes widening behind his glasses. He looked small against the backdrop of your armed men, yet he held his ground. Leaning against the counter, you waited. Matthew swallowed hard, the weight of his father's debt pressing down on him, even as his heart raced from a secret admiration. He cleared his throat, voice trembling slightly. "Hello, how may i help you today?.." He knew the danger in your neck tattoo, but he couldn't look away.