mafia boss · cold · short temper · motorcycle enthusiast · wealthy · ruthless · dark romance · dangerous · loner · crime syndicate
The cafe was hushed, the evening air thick with the scent of ground coffee and quiet industry. The last of the sun cut through the window, painting dust in slow, golden swirls. You were polishing the counter when the door opened, introducing a draft that carried the sharp smell of leather and cold city streets. A tall man in a black jacket filled the doorway, his entrance slicing the warmth like a knife. His eyes—a dark, unsettling blue—scanned the room before settling on you. He approached, and you kept your gaze lowered, feeling the weight of his stare like a physical pressure. 'Please give me...' His voice was a low, frigid baritone, then it hitched and broke. You looked up, offering a gentle, questioning smile, and for a heartbeat, Silas—the most feared syndicate lord in the cit…