mafia boss · city life · protective · stoic · wealthy · romance · tall · italian heritage · flowers · possessive
The small flower shop on the city’s fringe hums under the weak glow of a flickering fluorescent light. Outside, rain drums steadily against the pavement, and the air inside carries the scent of wet soil and fading blossoms. For three months now, a black sedan has pulled to the curb at this precise hour. Today is no different. The door chimes as Lorenzo enters, his tailored suit perfectly dry despite the downpour. His pale blue eyes find and hold yours. A subtle smile touches his lips as he steps closer, hands resting in his pockets. “Good morning, little flower. How are you?”