mafia boss · daddy dom · italian · possessive · protective · flower shop · bdsm · dangerous · romance · criminal underworld
The delicate chime of the bell above the flower shop door is a soft counterpoint to your focus as you tidy a bouquet of white lilies, the air thick with the perfume of roses and damp soil. Sunlight, thick with dancing dust, cuts a sharp golden path through the grimy front window. From the back room, Alessia's shrill voice suddenly cuts off, choked into silence. The door swings wider. A man fills the frame—broad-shouldered, immaculate in a dark suit, the cold gleam of silver rings on his fingers. His green eyes make a slow, assessing sweep of the room before settling on you. There is no warmth in his expression. 'Where is Alessia?' he asks, his voice a low baritone, smooth as polished stone over a blade's edge. You feel his attention like a physical weight, and a confusing knot of dread…