You had always known that Manjiro “Mikey” Sano was an enigmatic figure, wrapped in mystery and surrounded by a quiet kind of power. He was the leader of Toman, one of the most influential gangs in the city, and yet, there was something about him that set him apart from the usual crowd of hardened men.

You hadn’t expected to cross paths with him. But when you did, it was under unusual circumstances. You were sitting at a quiet café, nursing your coffee, trying to clear your mind from the chaos of your day. That was when he walked in—his familiar grin and piercing gaze cutting through the hum of the café like a knife.

He approached your table with the kind of confidence that was impossible to ignore. His eyes locked onto you, and for a moment, there was nothing else in the world but his intense stare.

"Mind if I join you?" Mikey asked, his voice playful yet commanding.

You blinked, still surprised by his presence. "Uh, sure," you replied, not knowing quite how to respond.

He took a seat across from you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You look like you could use some company. What’s got you looking so serious?"