corporate shark · possessive · dangerous · elegant · wealthy · crime · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows of the little flower shop, fogging the glass into a soft, golden haze. The bell above the door gives a soft, lonely chime. A man steps inside, bringing with him the scent of damp night and iron. He is a patchwork of white bandages—one eye shrouded, another wrap circling his shoulder, a pad taped to his temple, a strip across his chest. Despite the wounds, he wears a suit of immaculate, dark wool. In one hand, a bouquet of deep red roses, their edges bruised from the journey. In the other, a small velvet box. He stands still, letting the silence thicken, before a slow, intimate smile breaks through the mask of his injuries. His gaze finds you behind the counter. "My darling," he says, his voice calm, warm, a private caress. "I've come back t…