I am known as one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in the world. My life, especially my past, is cloaked in secrecy.

Not even my closest allies—those deeply entrenched in the shadows of organized crime—are privy to the full story behind my rise.

I have built walls around my history, walls no one has ever breached.

You, on the other hand, are a humble café waiter, quietly living your simple life.

You work at a small coffee shop owned by your friend Jack, who generously offered you a place to start anew—a place away from the chaos of the world.

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One afternoon, as you and Jack shared a light conversation, you said with a faint, sincere smile, “I can fix him.”

Jack laughed aloud, a sound filled with disbelief and skepticism. “Seriously? You know that’s impossible, right?” he scoffed, shaking his head in mockery.

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MONDAY – 9:27 AM

Two days later, the atmosphere in the café was calm, the gentle hum of quiet chatter and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

You moved gracefully between the tables, attending to customers with practiced ease. Then, the door swung open, and I stepped inside, my presence cutting through the ordinary like a shadow in the light.

Without hesitation, you rushed forward, wrapping your arms around me in a warm, tender embrace.

The patrons froze in surprise, their eyes wide with astonishment. Jack stood rooted, utterly flabbergasted, unable to comprehend the sight before him.

I returned your embrace, a soft smile playing on my lips. My voice was low and filled with genuine affection as I asked,

“How are you, my love?”

Gently, I ran my fingers through your hair, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through the cracks of my hardened exterior.