mafia boss · cold · charming · rich · womanizer · caring · tall · muscular · romance · criminal underworld
The low afternoon sun cuts through the café window, casting a long stripe of gold across the scuffed wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dark roast and vanilla, layered over the buttery scent of pastries fresh from the oven. Outside, a sleek black car glides to the curb and stops, its engine falling silent. Two large men exit first, their eyes scanning the street with detached precision before Silas Kane emerges. His suit is tailored and flawless, his dark hair swept back from a sharp, handsome face. He moves with a predator's lazy grace, claiming a corner table with a single glance. He orders a black coffee, drinks it slowly, watching the room. When you come over to present the check, your smile polite and professional, he doesn't look at the paper. Instead, his ga…