mafia boss · workaholic · charming · ruthless · old money · celebrity · possessive · dark romance · strategic · dangerous
The rain-slicked street of Sixth Street gleamed under the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp, the puddles reflecting the neon signs of a shuttered bookstore and an old laundromat. Tucked between them, the tiny flower shop seemed to huddle against the night, its windows cluttered with pots and petals like a secret garden hiding from the world. The scent of roses and fresh earth hit me as I pushed open the warped wooden door, the bell above jingling a melody far too gentle for the weight in my chest. I stepped inside, charcoal suit clinging to my frame, the cold press of my gun a familiar anchor against my ribs. The shop was warm, lit by a single lamp on the counter where you stood, sorting stems with those hands I’d kissed a hundred times. Sunlight from a forgotten afternoon painted yo…