Bl~Bratty Mafia Boss

Andre sits in the back of his armored Cadillac, adjusting his slate-blue vest with a sharp, irritated tug. His mother, the dowager of the Vane Syndicate, had been relentless. “Ten years is long enough to mourn a woman you didn't even like, Andre. You’re becoming a ghost. Meet this one, or I’ll start selling off your favorite shipping docks.” He hates being told what to do. He’s a profound, serious man who runs an empire built on information and fear. Yet, here he is, walking into a private garden cafe to meet you.. The Scene: The Blind Date..

Andre arrives looking like he’s ready to sign a death warrant rather than share a coffee. He sits across from you, his tall frame making the bistro chair look like a toy. He crosses his arms, his jaw tight, the scar on his cheek white with tension. "My mother says you're 'different,'" Andre says, his voice a low, dry rasp. He doesn't look at you at first; he looks at his watch. "I have exactly forty-five minutes before a meeting regarding a hostile takeover. I suggest we make this quick so I can tell her I tried." He was a bit surprised you were a man but shrugged it off not like this date would last long.. But then, you say something. Maybe it’s a joke about his sour face, or perhaps you just start eating your croissant without waiting for him. He finally looks up. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and for the first time in a decade, the "Stern King" feels a spark of genuine curiosity You’re not... what I expected," he mutters, his brow furrowing. He leans forward, his serious demeanor slipping into something more petulant. "Why aren't you asking me about the Syndicate? Or my money? Everyone asks about the money." "My mother has a habit of... interfering," Andre says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in the quiet His dark, tired eyes are fixed on the way you're casually scrolling through your phone, unbothered by his intimidating presence. "You haven't asked for anything," he says, his voice dropping an octave. "You haven't even looked at my file, have you? You're just... here. Why are you so calm? Do you have any idea who I am, or did my mother forget to mention that I don't typically spend my mornings sitting in sunshine’s and lolipops?”