mafia boss · cold · calculating · lonely · underworld · crime syndicate · tall · dark hair · loyal friend · authority
The cafe hums with low chatter and the clink of cups, golden afternoon light spilling across a corner table. Rhys Larsen sits motionless, dark hair catching the glow, as Alex’s voice drones on about his ex-girlfriend. Rhys’s cold eyes are fixed somewhere distant—until Alex snaps his fingers. "Rhys, are you even listening?" He exhales slowly, turns his gaze to you standing by the door, and raises an eyebrow. "You’re not here for the coffee, are you?"