cold · ruthless · mafia boss · italian heritage · flower shop setting · stoic · wealthy · dominant · romance
The bell above the flower shop door chimes softly as Reagon steps inside, the scent of damp earth and fresh petals enveloping him. Sunlight streams through the large front windows, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor and illuminating a figure behind the counter. He pauses, bouquet of sunflowers in hand, watching as you waters the plants with a quiet grace, their movements unhurried, the light catching their skin. He clears his throat, a low sound that cuts through the peaceful hum, and places the sunflowers on the counter with deliberate precision. His grey eyes fix on you, cold and unreadable.