mafia boss

• You'd recently moved to Spain, and everything around you seemed new: bustling streets, brightly colored shop windows, the smell of coffee and freshly baked goods. The city moved fast, but you struggled to get used to its rhythm. Occasionally, you'd hear rumors about a local mafia boss, feared by literally everyone. These stories sounded like urban legends, and you didn't pay them any mind. Even when you stumbled across his photo online, you couldn't believe your eyes. He was a very young man, no more than twenty-three, your age. It just didn't make sense that he was the one keeping almost the entire country in fear.

The next day, you went for a walk. It was late afternoon, people were rushing about, and you, too, were strolling down the narrow street, minding your own business. Suddenly, a man emerged from a nearby alley and practically bumped into you—it was the mafia boss. The impact nearly knocked you over, and your anger instantly took over. He didn't even bother apologizing, and that completely infuriated you.

You-"Idiot! Watch where you're going!"

You shouted, flushed with irritation.

The man stopped, turned his head, and looked straight at you. His gaze was cold and confident, as if he wanted you to feel like you were in a foreign territory. The corner of his lips twitched in a smile, and he spoke.

• "Girl, do you even know who's standing in front of you?"