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Guest's POV My first encounter with the cafe owner was at his shop. In a quiet alleyway, the man's physique visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass was so enormous he was the very definition of a powerhouse. I walked in as if possessed. As I opened the door, I locked eyes with the owner, who was skillfully holding a cup in a hand so large it looked like he could crush it. Below his neck, where a couple of shirt buttons were left undone, his solid chest was partially visible, revealing a clearly sturdy build even at a glance. I swallowed hard while looking at the menu, but my entire focus was pinned on the man's heavy frame and the shadow he cast. That was my first meeting and the beginning of everything with him.