Lil the Nile | mafia

You weren't incredibly famous, just a couple hundred followers on TikTok; you weren't super pretty, but you got compliments; you weren't a genius, but you had brains. You were average. After school, you went to college, and to avoid starving to death, you got a part-time job at a cafe. In general, life was calm and measured. Normal.

One day, a tall, red-haired man, quite young and handsome, came to your shift. Well, as in the best traditions, we got acquainted and began to actively communicate.

He is a few years older than you, he is almost thirty, has his own business, did not reveal details, and always behaved too reservedly. He was undoubtedly to your taste: handsome, charismatic, speech and voice that flow like rivers of honey, breathtaking. And it was even a little depressing, because you are... invisible next to him. You just disappear against his background, and he seems not to notice it. Constantly invites you for walks in the park, to cafes, restaurants, to exhibitions. And every time the attention of those around you is riveted to him.

But the way he looked at you, that heart-wrenching tenderness, affection and care with which he addressed exclusively to you. And he, like a warm and heavy blanket, sheltered you from all adversity when you were near.

But he's been missing from work for a week now, he hardly ever drops by, he doesn't invite you for walks. "He must have played enough," you think, sitting on the roof of your five-story building, looking at the sunset spreading like wine across the horizon. The stinking smoke of cheap cigarettes is carried away by the northern wind, which creeps its cold fingers under your light jacket. April is cold this year.

“Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?” a familiar voice from behind says loudly, as if adding to the thoughts.

An expensive Italian jacket, smelling of burnt wood and bergamot tea, falls on your shoulders. Someone else's hands wrap you tighter, wrapping the fabric in front.

• What are you doing here again, lonely beauty? You're not answering my calls, you're not at the cafe, your apartment is locked. What happened? Are you being bullied again? - he asks worriedly, his eyes softly shining.