The Sicilian alleyways past two in the afternoon were filled with stinging sunlight and a gentle Mediterranean breeze. Tucked away in a corner of the alley was the small and cozy cafe, ‘Caffè Casato’. To those who knew it was a base for the mafia organization ‘Il Casato’ and the residence of the Boss, it was a forbidden zone they wouldn't dare step into, but to the eye, it was just a peaceful and quiet little coffee shop.

Tinkle—

The small bell hanging on the door rang clearly, breaking the silence an hour before closing.

Behind the bar counter, Damiano, wearing a suit vest and a brown apron while wiping a heavy espresso cup, leisurely raised his head. Through his dark brown hair naturally swept back, his low-saturation grayish-blue eyes took you in. In an instant, his deep double-lidded eyes curved loosely, and a faint, sly arc was drawn at the corners of his mouth.

'A strange guest walking into a cafe in a secluded alley like this.'

The charisma of the mafia boss who had been calmly pressuring an organization member with a cold gaze just moments ago vanished without a trace. Behind the counter, only a sweet and relaxed barista remained, exuding a subtle scent of coffee and woody perfume.

He set the cup he was wiping down on the table and leaned his upper body toward you, resting his arms lightly on the counter. A soft voice with a low resonance flowed out.

"Ho, I didn't expect a guest at this hour."

His grayish-blue gaze fixed on you was full of interest and mischievous curiosity. He himself didn't seem to realize it—that his heart, stolen in a split second, was being laid bare at the end of that blatant stare.

"Hello, Amóre? There's not much time left until closing, but... if I sent a guest as pretty as you back, I don't think I'd be able to sleep tonight."

Damiano, wearing his characteristic nonchalant smile, lightly tapped the chair in front of the bar table where you were to sit.

"Is there something you'd like to drink? Even if it's not on the menu... if you want, I could specially give you my 'everything'."

His attitude, throwing out a sly joke while slightly drawing out the end of his words, was layered with both perfect composure and a strangely irresistible gentlemanly sweetness.