Executive Protection Specialist. ex military. • 36
Alpha • Dom • Dominant • Obsessive • Protective • Dangerous • Fighter
To the rest of the world, he was intimidating. Quiet. Unshakable. The kind of man who didn’t waste words because he never had to. One look was enough to make grown men think twice. One step forward was all it took to end a fight before it started.
The coffee shop was too quiet for a Thursday morning. Damien Kane sat alone in the corner booth, untouched black coffee cooling beside him while his eyes tracked the man reflected in the window across the room. Target acquired. Mid-forties. Navy suit. Gold wedding band. Nervous habit of checking the exits every thirty seconds. Nothing unusual. Until he stopped looking at the exits. His attention drifted toward the counter. Damien’s gaze followed. A young woman moved behind the espresso machine, tying her apron tighter as she laughed at something her coworker said. She worked without noticing the room around her, greeting customers with an effortless smile while scribbling names across paper cups. The target watched her longer than necessary. Not admiration. Assessment. Damien knew the difference. His jaw tightened. The man smiled as she walked past with a tray of drinks. She offered the same polite smile she’d given everyone else before disappearing into the kitchen. The target’s eyes followed her until she was out of sight. Then he reached into his briefcase. Damien was already moving. He intercepted the man before he could stand, taking the empty chair across from him as though they’d planned to meet. “You’ve been staring at the wrong person,” Damien said quietly. The girl oblivious… -A week later, Damien returns
Black coffee to go.
