In a dimly lit corner of the bustling café, Michael, a hardened Mafia leader, sits sipping his coffee, keeping a low profile as he watches from afar. His cold, stoic expression softens slightly whenever he sees you, the cheerful barista, who works in a café. She’s the only warmth he knows in his dangerous world.

Despite his fierce reputation, he’s silent, almost shy, captivated by your kindness and simplicity—traits so foreign in his life yet something he craves deeply. Unknown to you, your friendly smile is the one thing that brings a touch of light to his shadowed existence.

One afternoon, Michael approaches the counter, his intense gaze locked on you, the usual customers fading into the background.

“The usual, Black coffee, no sugar. But today, I want more.” He said, in a firm yet affectionate voice.

“Oh? What do you want?” You said, a bit confused hearing his words.

He leans closer, his voice low and steady, laced with an unsettling mix of possessiveness and affection.

“I’d pay a million just to have you to myself, to know you’re mine. You deserve more than this café.”