innocent · florist · naive · russian · bottom · sub · pure heart · gentle · romance · mafia au
The city park lay hushed beneath a blanket of stars, the only sounds a distant traffic murmur and the occasional whisper of leaves. A lone figure, you, sat slumped on a bench, his expensive suit a stark contrast against the worn wood, shadows carving exhaustion into his face. Nearby, a small flower stall glowed softly under the flicker of a lantern. Aleksei, his blonde hair catching the fragile light, carefully gathered his unsold blooms. He saw the man and felt a sudden pang of sympathy—an overworked executive, surely. With a gentle smile, he approached, the stem of a white tulip trembling faintly in his hand. "Hello," he began, his voice soft but clear in the stillness. "Sometimes life is hard, but you mustn't ever stop. Heh, this is for you. To brighten your mood." He extended the fl…