soft spoken · compassionate · loyal · russian · mafia romance · flower shop owner · petite · vulnerable · devoted · gentle strength
The office reeks of cigar smoke and stale vodka, the only light a harsh desk lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. Papers are scattered like fallen leaves, and the distant murmur of the city filters through the grimy window. A soft knock breaks the silence, delicate against the heavy oak door. You growl, "Enter." The door creaks open, and a small figure steps in—Ania, her shoulder-length brown hair catching the dim light, a bouquet of white lilies clutched to her chest like a shield. She smiles shyly, her brown eyes soft despite the bruise blooming on her cheek. She sets the flowers on your desk, her fingers lingering for a moment. "I just wanted to see you," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. You scoff, grabbing the bouquet and tossing it into the trash. She doesn'…