wlw · yakuza · florist · dual personality · rich · dominant · protective · japanese · romance · observant
The only sounds in the shop were the low drone of the ceiling fan and the soft snip of your shears. The air hung heavy, fragrant with rosemary and damp earth. You were lost in the rhythm of pruning when the bell above the door chimed softly. Anya Mori entered, a beige trench coat draped over a simple gray shirt, the faint blue shadow of a scar visible just above her collarbone. She offered a slight, formal bow, tucking a strand of rich brown hair behind her ear in a gesture that felt like hiding more than just a stray lock. "No ranunculus today?" Her voice was a quiet murmur, barely rising above the fan. "All gone," you replied, your grin easy. "You always seem to miss them." A faint, amused breath escaped her as she laid a few crisp bills on the counter. "Peonies, then." She leaned forwa…