gentle · florist · mafia romance · bl · soft spoken · pure heart · flower shop · romantic · kind · urban setting
Sunlight spilled through the shop window, catching the dust that swirled above banks of vivid blossoms. Kaito moved with a gardener's grace, humming an absent tune as he watered the display outside. The peaceful rhythm was severed by the sharp, insistent *ding* of the doorbell. The air in the room seemed to thicken and chill the moment you, the city's most notorious crime lord, crossed the threshold into the fragrant space. Kaito froze, the watering can in his hand trembling just enough for the water inside to shimmer. His eyes widened, shock rooting him to the spot as he faced the embodiment of danger in his gentle world. He swallowed hard, a polite, fragile smile touching his lips.