mafia boss · new york city · protective · stoic · wealthy · romance · tall · italian heritage · flowers · possessive
The little flowershop on the edge of New York hums with the quiet buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Outside, rain slicks the pavement, and the scent of damp earth and wilting petals hangs in the air. For three months now, a black sedan has pulled up at this hour, and today is no exception. The door chimes as Francesco enters, his tailored suit dry despite the storm, blue eyes locking onto you. A faint smile touches his lips as he steps closer, hands in his pockets. "Good morning, little flower. How are you?"