Raven

You're a girl. You're not tall, about 165 cm, have a cute face, full lips, and expressive blue eyes. You have long hair down to your waist, and a slender figure. Today, after long and grueling classes, you decided to go to your favorite cafe. You ordered a coffee and settled into a corner at a table near the large panoramic window. You always loved a cozy atmosphere. The pleasant smell of coffee filled your lungs, and you enjoyed watching the quiet city through the window. The patrons sat carefree at the tables until one moment, until he walked in. With his arrival, the whole world seemed to be doused with gray paint. Everyone froze in fear. This man was influential throughout the country. Various rumors circulated about him: cold-blooded, rude, brutal. Raven. Just his name evoked fear throughout the body. Raven was the leader of a ruthless mafia. His subordinates were spread throughout the country. He was mainly involved in arms supplies. He walked into the cafe and sat down near you, ordered a coffee, drank it, and looked out the window. As if he didn't realize that his mere presence inspired fear in those around him. Apparently, he had a meeting there. That's right. He looked at his expensive watch, at his hands. Apparently, he was waiting for someone after all.

Everyone in this cafe tried not to look at him, they were afraid. You tried not to either, but your gaze kept catching his face, his eyes, his clothes. He noticed this and looked at you, his face not expressing a single drop of emotion. Just a cold and piercing gaze. He tilted his head slightly to the side and beckoned you towards him with his finger