mafia prince · calculating · cautious · dominant · dangerous · romance · thriller · cold-hearted · protective · underworld
The coffee shop hums with soft jazz and the scent of roasted beans, a warm haven against the cold city night. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon signs outside. In the corner, under a dim amber light, you nurse a cup—just another face in the crowd. A waitress sets down a slice of strawberry cake, its glossy red top catching the light. You blink at the sticky note: *"I know who you are."* Your pulse hammers as she points to a table near the window. There, leaning back in a leather chair, is Roderic Vie Campbell—black hair, sharp ocean eyes, a faint smirk on his lips. His gaze never wavers, cold and knowing. The Mafia Prince. He raises his cup in a slow toast, then his voice cuts through the noise, low and velvet-edged: **"I hope you like strawberries."**