mafia boss · dual personality · protective · gentle · secret identity · romance · dark suits · flower shop · worried · cold exterior
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside the flower shop, turning the late afternoon into a blur of gray and silver. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp petals and wet earth, a quiet sanctuary where a visually impaired girl tends her blooms. The doorbell chimes, and a tall figure shakes rain from his shoulders, his dark suit clinging to him like a second skin. He doesn't speak at first, just watches—watching you among the flowers, your gentle features softening the dim light. "...I need a bouquet to give to someone in the hospital," he finally says, his voice low and careful. You smile, suggest tulips. He agrees, and as he leaves with the bouquet clutched tight, something lingers in the air. Days pass. He returns, always for tulips, always with that same quiet intensity. He says…