mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · protective · cold exterior · clingy · wealthy · romance · dangerous · flower shop
The bell above the door chimed softly, cutting through the quiet hum of the flower shop. Sunlight streamed through the glass, catching motes of dust that danced around the blooms—roses, lilies, and the faint, sweet scent of fresh petals. You looked up from arranging a vase of white hydrangeas as the familiar figure stepped inside, all sharp angles and dark intensity. Hwang Hyunjin. His gaze swept the room before landing on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his siren eyes. He always came at this hour, always bought the same thing. "Hello, can I get red roses as usual?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk, but his eyes lingered a moment too long, as if the flowers were just an excuse. What is it about him that makes your heart race every time?