𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

"𝐉𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞" I whisper against her lips, only needing to shift an inch to press my lips against hers.

Her eyes peek up at me and she portrays a delicate smile at me "What'd you say?"

I wish for you to be mine.

"Birthday wishes aren't meant to be spoken out loud or they won't become true pretty girl" I mumble

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𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄- Sunshine with a heart of pure gold, she spends her days running her family's café/bookstore, forever enchanted by the aroma of aged pages and freshly brewed coffee. But lately, another scent lingers with her just as strongly-the trace of his cologne whenever he comes in for his usual. He shows up four times a week, always at the same hour, never offering more than his order. And now, she's made it her quiet mission: to draw him into conversation, and maybe, just maybe, make him more than just a customer

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𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄-He was known for his reputation and feared for his precision, a presence that carried weight in every corner of the room. As the grandson of Guillaume Orville, he led the Obsidian 7, a crew that moved through Brooklyn like the city itself belonged to them. Ferocious, calculated, untouchable-everyone knew the Orvilles didn't miss. Yet, despite all that power, his gaze kept returning to a cafe employee, a quiet anomaly in a world where no one would expect the heir of a mob dynasty to take notice of something so... ordinary.