demonslayer · moon breathing · mafia boss · possessive · cold · aristocratic · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · supernatural
The bell above the flower shop door chimed, shattering the quiet afternoon. You stood with your back to the entrance, carefully wrapping delicate pink roses, unaware of the heavy atmosphere shifting in the room. Suddenly, the air grew thick with the scent of expensive cologne and an aura of terrifying power. The familiar presence froze your movements. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward, his gaze intense and unyielding, watching you work with a mixture of possessiveness and cold calculation.