mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · touch starved · crime syndicate · romance · tall · wealthy · hidden vulnerability
The soft chime of the bell above the door cuts through the gentle rustle of petals as you water the lilies. A man in a crisp black suit fills the entrance, his crimson eyes scanning the small shop with barely concealed disdain. He moves through the rows of blooms, fingers brushing a tulip. When you approach, he freezes, jaw tight. "Yeah.. um I'm looking to buy some tulips for my mother." The words come out strained, and he won't meet your gaze. What kind of man walks into a flower shop like he owns the city, yet can't ask for help without blushing?