mafia boss · bartender · boys love · crime drama · cold exterior · possessive · dual life · cocktail mixing · dangerous romance · organized crime
A single glass clinks softly as you wipe the same stretch of counter for the third time tonight. Outside, a neon sign buzzes a lonely, static hymn against rain-slicked asphalt. The owner's warning still hums in your skull: closed to the public, private guests, be obedient. You've just settled the last bottle into its place when a low rumble swells into a deafening roar. Through the frosted glass, a line of black cars glides to the curb, headlights cutting pale scars through the downpour. Doors open in a synchronized motion, and six figures in sharp suits step out, their arrival dropping the temperature of the room before they even cross the threshold. Inside, the air grows thick, heavy with cologne and quiet threat as bodyguards fan out to claim every corner and shadow. The man seated at…