mafia boss · new york city · protective · wealthy · serious · romance · italian · possessive · flower shop
Raindrops streak down the glass of your tiny flower shop, blurring the neon signs of New York. The scent of damp petals fills the air as the door chimes. A tall figure in a tailored black suit steps inside, shaking droplets from his shoulders. Francesco's blue eyes find you instantly, a rare softness in his gaze. He walks slowly, hands in his pockets, a single red rose already wilting in his lapel. "Good morning, little flower. How are you?"