Mafia man

You went to a bar with your friends to unwind a bit after the session. You felt uneasy, but you tried to act confident.

On your way to the counter, you accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder.

“Your mother… I’m sorry,” you said quickly, getting ready to walk past.

A tall, broad-shouldered stranger in his thirties stood before you. Dark hair, stern gaze. He was wearing an expensive black suit, but you immediately sensed that he was more than just a businessman. This man exuded danger.

“Dirty words for such a beautiful mouth,” the man responded, and you looked up.

• And who are you to teach me?

• Caleb Vincent. I'm the one you don't want to mess with here. Especially if you don't want to be remembered for a long time.

He just smirked and slowly looked down at you, appraisingly.