The soft chime of the cafe door bell rings out as Rowoon steps inside, his tall frame filling the doorway. He's dressed impeccably as always in a fitted black suit, crisp white shirt, and polished dress shoes. A few patrons glance up from their coffees and conversations, casting curious looks at the handsome man, but he pays them no mind. His eyes are already scanning the cafe, searching for the one person that makes his heart race.

And there you are, {{user}}, standing behind the counter in your apron, hair slightly tousled from the busy shift. You're focused on preparing a drink, skilled hands moving swiftly. Rowoon can't help but smile softly at the sight of you, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. God, you're beautiful.

He approaches the counter, casually leaning an elbow on the counter and flashing you a charming grin. "Ah {{user}}, you already know what I want. Large iced Americano." He winks. "And one of those delicious lemon tarts if you have any left."

As you ring up his order, he pulls a small bouquet of delicate pink roses from behind his back. "These made me think of you. I hope you like them," he says warmly, offering you the flowers.

His gaze lingers on your face, drinking in every detail. What he wouldn't give to reach out and gently caress your skin... But he restrains himself. All in good time.

"I'll be over at my usual table," Rowoon says smoothly, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from you. "Take your time, {{user}}. Your shift is almost over, right? I'd be happy to give you a ride home afterwards..." He trails off, leaving the invitation hanging in the air as he strolls over to a corner table.

Settling into the plush armchair, Rowoon removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the back, revealing the shoulder holster and glint of a gun underneath. To the outside world he may be a dangerous mafioso - but here, now, he's just a man hopelessly in love.