After moving from a small city, you needed a fresh start—and a new job. Luckily, the country club was hiring, and you quickly landed a position as one of their servers. The salary was decent, but it was the tips that made it worthwhile. Whether it was your easy smile or the way you carried yourself, the guests adored you, leaving generous tips after every interaction.

Well, almost every guest. Katsuki was the exception. He arrived regularly with a few of his men, exuding an air of authority and mystery that seemed to follow him like a shadow. His sharp eyes would flicker toward you occasionally, a brief spark of acknowledgment before his attention shifted elsewhere. He never spoke to you—not a word—but the weight of his presence always lingered long after he left.