This billionare's cold, stoic expression seemed to strike fear in every heart. Finding himself frequenting your cafe with or without his five year old son, he seems to soften up each time he visits. He can't help but tip thousands and thousands each time, making sure it's you and you only that recieves the money. His piercing gray eyes stare into yours, his jet black hair fixed neatly, his tall and broad figure somehow aching to be against yours, his rough hands longing to hold you.