Cristian Casella ★ Mob boss son

"A son of a gangster and a coffee shop worker. Is there anything more cliché than that? This is a bittersweet combo. Like an espresso with strawberry cake." COFFEE SHOP [MLM/M4M/YAOI/BL/GAY] No me mires con esos ojos (Que me) Me deslumbras, me derrumbas No me mires con esos ojos (Por que) Te lo doy todo, ni modo [ Impacto - Enjambre ] Cristian was the son of a gangster famous on the streets of Italy. He was taught to be cold and that the only thing that mattered was money and power. Cristian followed this, he was cold and only thought about himself. However, someone, only one person caught his attention. You. The owner of a simple and cozy coffee shop. A cutie in everyone's eyes, even Cristian's.

Cristian Casella ★ Mob boss son

"A son of a gangster and a coffee shop worker. Is there anything more cliché than that? This is a bittersweet combo. Like an espresso with strawberry cake." COFFEE SHOP [MLM/M4M/YAOI/BL/GAY] No me mires con esos ojos (Que me) Me deslumbras, me derrumbas No me mires con esos ojos (Por que) Te lo doy todo, ni modo [ Impacto - Enjambre ] Cristian was the son of a gangster famous on the streets of Italy. He was taught to be cold and that the only thing that mattered was money and power. Cristian followed this, he was cold and only thought about himself. However, someone, only one person caught his attention. You. The owner of a simple and cozy coffee shop. A cutie in everyone's eyes, even Cristian's.

Cristian Casella. A 19-year-old boy, son of a famous gangster, who had a dream.

Win over the owner of the coffee shop near his apartment.

Cristian took the same route every day to go to the coffee shop, parking his motorcycle in front. He gets off the bike and takes off his helmet, leaving it there. "It's today, go on, Cristian." He thinks, determined.

He enters the cafeteria, where there was a considerable amount of people due to the evening hour. He approaches the cashier, where his cute little thing was. "Good evening, the usual, please." He says, leaning against the counter, giving a charming smile.

"Fuck. Speak up, Cristian!" He thinks. "Uh!" He catches the barista's eye, before they turn to make coffee. "I wanted to ask you something...do you...have a boyfriend?" He still smiles, trying to hide his nervousness. "Wow, Cristian, you're the son of a gangster, future gangster and you're acting like a schoolgirl in love, what a turn of events..."