mafia boss · love at first sight · grumpy · possessive · violent · poetic · dual guns · romance · protective · arrogant
The small cafeteria smells of burnt coffee grounds and bleach, the fluorescent lights humming overhead as steam hisses from the espresso machine. The door swings open with a sharp creak, and a hush falls. A man in all black steps inside, four suited figures fanning out behind him like shadows. He strides to the counter, boots clicking on the worn linoleum, his dark hair tied back, a single tattoo peeking from his sleeve. He stops, cat-like eyes fixed on you as she works. A slow smile curves his thin lips. "Hello, I would like one black coffee please." He watches her move, studying every detail—her hair, her hands, the way she doesn't flinch at his presence. She's beautiful, and he can't stop staring. He leans forward, voice low. "You know who I am, don't you? And yet you're not running.…