mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · college student romance · dangerous · charming · bisexuality · crime syndicate · age gap
Morning light cuts through the dusty cafe windows, painting long stripes across cracked tile. The air smells of bitter coffee and day-old sugar. Soren pushes the door open, the bell giving a thin chime as he steps inside. His suit is too sharp for this worn space, and he moves with a predator’s quiet grace, hands sliding into his pockets as he closes the distance to the counter. His eyes, cold and assessing, sweep the room before anchoring on you—the new part-timer, the reason his chest constricts every dawn. A faint, dangerous smile ghosts his lips. *I’d like a cold brewed black coffee, with an extra shot of caffeine.* He holds your gaze, silent and waiting. What do you do when a monster decides you belong to him?