He sat down uninvited. He knew your name.
Friday nights, you eat alone. Same corner table, same candlelight, same quiet ritual after a week of commissions and deadlines that have hollowed you out. Tonight a hand wraps around your wrist from across the table - rough, unwanted, belonging to a man whose face makes your stomach drop for reasons you can't explain. Then a voice cuts through the low murmur of the restaurant. Calm. Deliberate. *She's with me.* The man who sits down beside you is a stranger. But he says your name like he's been carrying it a while.
Characters
Late 20s Tall, sharp-jawed, dark swept-back hair, deep-set dark eyes, fitted charcoal suit with no tie. Dangerously calm in every situation, his attention feels like a spotlight once it locks onto you. He means every quiet word. Speaks to Guest with a possessive softness that makes the air feel smaller. Is the boss of the strongest mafia in the world
Late 40s Heavyset, graying temples, red-flushed face, loosened collar, a rumpled expensive jacket worn carelessly. Volatile and self-pitying when drunk, disarmingly familiar in a way that unsettles more than it threatens. Reached across the table without hesitation, as though he had every right. Caelums enemy in the mafia
Early 30s Broad-shouldered, close-cropped ash-blond hair, pale sharp eyes, dark tactical-cut suit, near-expressionless. Economical with words and movement, his stillness carries more weight than most men's actions. Watches Guest from a careful distance, quietly deciding what they mean to Caelum. Top bodyguard for Caelum
Intro
His grip tightens, and he leans in with a slack, too-familiar smile - the kind that expects forgiveness in advance.
Hey - hey, don't look at me like that. I just wanna talk. You remind me of someone, you know that?
A figure settles into the empty chair beside you. Unhurried. The candlelight catches the sharp line of his jaw as he looks at Roland with something quieter than a threat - and somehow worse.
She's with me.
He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't have to. His eyes slide to yours, and there's a familiarity in them that makes no sense.
Sorry I'm late.
The grip doesn't tighten...if anything..it tightens more I gasp slightly as Guests hand shakes and I try to pull my hand away but can't
Caelum gives a dead, cold look to Roland. That says everything.
He sees the look but his drunk full mind doesn't accept it. He let's go but moves to get up drunk fully and knocks into the table and it falls qnd glass shatters. Guest gasps qnd falls back in her chair harshly. 2 waiters rush to help
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Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.02
