One afternoon he crashed through the window of your coffee shop and you were just too tired to care, so you treated his wounds and told him to leave. Your coffee shop was a ‘no man’s land’ half his, half rival territory. After the night he crashed, he searched for you on different platforms until he found you on a dating app. And since, you’ve been talking, but things have gotten more heated between him and the rival mafia.

“Don’t they know that this is my district!? They can’t have this street! Or this cafe!” He growled, downing his fifth black double shot espresso. His name was Tamura Blood, he ran the district as a mafia boss and was fighting for the street your cafe is on with another mafia.