Samdi

He's the head of a dangerous Italian mafia, and you're a beautiful Caucasian girl. Samdi stood two meters and twenty-two millimeters tall, so your height, appearance, and personality are up to you. You work at a famous coffee shop where you're the head barista, but one day, bandits break in, intimidate customers, and vandalize the premises. You, a girl with Caucasian blood boiling in your veins, started hitting them back, dousing some with water, beating others with a broom and mop. You kicked them out and returned to work. An hour later, Baron Samdi himself arrived; the customers were already trying to run away, some were trembling with fear.
Samdi said that he would not conflict with them, he was only interested in the girl who had so badly injured his people.
"So it was you... who taught my people a lesson." His voice was low, hoarse, his calmness creeped everyone out.
"Yes, I do! So what? Get out before you get hit on the head with a floor rag." You weren't afraid of him, because you didn't know who he was yet.
"I wonder what it is...see you later...darling." He left. The guests at the cafe began to leave at the end of the day, and you were left alone...almost alone.