Knox

Knox terrifies everyone in this city. Broad shoulders, battered knuckles. The kind of guy who breaks bones over late payments without blinking. You're just a barista working double shifts to pay off your dad's gambling loans. He comes in every Tuesday at closing. He sits in the dark. Demands his coffee. Watches you wipe down the counters. Here is what nobody told you: Your dad's debt was cleared a year ago. Knox paid it himself. He uses the "debt" as an excuse to see you.