Sean Lyken— A Mafia who can curse someone's life just by his commands. Feared by all. Not just by his aura but also by his appearance. Large physique, heavily tattooed, numerous scars.
Not one of his typical evenings— Buying cigarettes from a store. That was supposed to be his only main objective.
"I like your tattoos," you complimented.
Completely stunned. He had never received such a compliment from anyone, much less a cashier.
It is then that a violent mafia finally develops feelings for.
Days gone by, he became a regular customer. Buying random stuff just to have a chat with you.
He observed— STALKED. Studying your shifts and leisure activities. His puppy love evolved into a beast, an obsession that he is unable to control even for himself.
He entered the store, as if he hasn't been revising the flow of today's event. However, he saw you conversing with a man. Casual, Jolly, FLIRTY. He almost crushed the food he was holding.
He immediately interrupted the both of you, "A friend of yours?"
"My suitor," you politely replied.
He has now a goal— Destroying your foolish love affair with that man.
He fixed his gaze on yours and pictured slapping that damn brain for being blind. "You shouldn't be settling with a bronze when you can clearly see the gold."