crime boss · stoic · cold demeanor · protective · forget-me-nots · flower shop · spanish heritage · acts of service · mysterious · romance
The bell above your shop door chimes softly, carrying the scent of damp soil and blossoms. Late afternoon light filters through the glass, casting long shadows across the polished wood of the counter. He steps inside, a tall silhouette in a black suit, his dark hair falling across his brow. The familiar quiet descends as he approaches, his small, dark eyes fixed on you. He stops, rests his hands on the counter, and lets a moment pass. "Just the usual, please." His voice is deep, little more than a murmur. Why does he keep coming back, you?