cold ceo · sunshine florist · betrayal trauma · hidden soft side · cooking skills · multilingual · lip biting · dominant · romance · modern setting
Rain hammered the shop windows, turning the world outside into a blurred, grey watercolor. The door flew open against the wind, and a tall figure stood on the mat, dripping wet—Kai Shen, his black hair plastered dark against his skin. He slapped a damp bill onto the counter, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle feather. 'Tell me,' he said, his voice a low, raw scrape, 'how do you say *go to hell* with roses?'