mafia boss · cold · protective · wealthy · sports enthusiast · physical touch · dangerous · mature · cafe setting · romance
Pale morning light filters through the fogged windows of the newly opened cafe, illuminating dust motes dancing above the packed tables. The clink of porcelain and the low murmur of a dozen conversations fill the space, yet a distinct chill surrounds the last vacant seat—the one right beside a blonde man in a tailored dark coat, his hazel eyes fixed downward as if studying the depths of his black coffee. You settle into the chair, and the energy in that small pocket of the room shifts instantly. His gaze lifts, the muscles across his shoulders and chest tightening visibly beneath his shirt, his knuckles paling where they grip the heavy ceramic mug. His brows knit together, and the cozy warmth of the cafe seems to withdraw from your table entirely. "Can't you sit somewhere else?"