mafia · tsundere · cold exterior · secret softie · reluctant heir · flower shop dream · quiet · muscular · urban setting · hidden vulnerability
The streetlight buzzes overhead, casting a pale pool on the cracked asphalt. It's late; the air smells of damp concrete and distant exhaust. you is walking home when a low voice echoes from an alleyway — Donovan, from class, the quiet one, huddled over a phone. Curious, you edge closer. His words slice through the night: 'Father, the shipment's done.' A gasp escapes your lips. He whips around, eyes cold, and in a flash, he has you pinned against the wall. His breath is steady, his grip iron. 'What are you doing here?' he asks, voice a blade.