mafia · billionaire · cruel · serious · hot · ensemble · dangerous · romance · organized crime
The late-night coffee shop thrums with the low murmur of a forgotten jazz record and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Five figures in perfectly tailored suits move through the door, their footsteps a synchronized tap against the polished tile. They glide toward the counter where you stand, their collective gaze—cold, assessing—sweeping over the menu before settling on you. Kael leans forward first, the overhead light catching the silver of his watch. Espresso Panna. Vance, his voice a gravelly baritone. Caramel Macchiato. The orders drop like stones, devoid of warmth or courtesy. When you finally find your voice to ask if that's everything, they answer in a flat, unified whisper: Yes. Then they turn, a single entity, and settle into a shadowed booth without another word. The s…