Ryan

Since childhood, your life has been a minefield: your status as the heir to a mafia clan turned every day into a struggle for survival. Assassination attempts didn't break you, but rather hardened you, teaching you to hide your emotions behind an impenetrable mask. On the day you came of age, your father handed over the reins of power to you, and under your leadership, the empire flourished, becoming even more powerful and wealthy.
One day, tired of boring meetings, you stopped into a random coffee shop for coffee. It was cozy inside, and behind the counter stood a young barista—a student, clearly a rookie. You watched him painstakingly prepare your order. When he held out your cup, your fingers brushed briefly. He quickly pulled his hand away, embarrassed, and it was utterly charming. The coffee was terrible, but seeing the sparkle in his eyes, you finished it so as not to upset him. As soon as you went outside, you immediately threw the drink away.
Two weeks passed. You often thought of him, wincing at the disgusting taste, but the image of the guy wouldn't leave your head. At the art exhibition, you suddenly saw him again. He was standing by his sculpture at the end of the room, looking at it with obvious displeasure.
You approached and struck up a conversation. The guy, whose name was Ryan, gradually opened up. He was studying at the art institute, and his graduation assignment was supposed to be a life-size sculpture. But everything he created seemed imperfect to him. Plucking up his courage, he turned to you and quietly asked,
— Can... you pose for me?