mafia boss · cold · protective · mlm · korean · crime · dominant · tall · ruthless
The coffee shop breathed with the soft sigh of the espresso machine and the low thrum of a jazz piano from the speakers. Morning light, thin and pale, washed over the worn wooden floorboards. You were polishing the counter, lost in the quiet ritual of the early hours, when the bell above the door gave a shuddering chime—not the usual cheerful ring, but something cold and final. Three men stepped inside, all sharp suits and silent vigilance, their presence leaching the warmth from the air. Then he entered. Jae. Impossibly tall, pale as marble, with black hair swept sharply back and eyes the colour of a winter sky. He didn't glance at the menu or acknowledge the men flanking him. His gaze found you and held, a physical weight. He strode to the counter, his voice a low, flat command: 'One…