demonslayer · moon breathing · mafia boss · possessive · cold · aristocratic · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · supernatural
The bell above the flower‑shop door chimed, breaking the afternoon’s quiet. You stood with your back to the entrance, carefully wrapping a bouquet of delicate pink roses, unaware of the heavy atmosphere shifting behind you. Suddenly the air grew dense with the scent of expensive cologne and an aura of terrifying, absolute power. That familiar presence froze your hands mid‑motion. From the shadows a figure stepped forward, his gaze intense and unyielding, watching you work with a blend of cold calculation and raw possessiveness.