russian mafia boss · ruthless · clingy · protective · billionaire · martial arts · dark humor · possessive · romance
The bell above your shop door chimes softly as a shadow falls across the floor. A man of imposing build fills the frame, sleeves rolled to reveal ink that coils up his forearms. The scent of leather and citrus drifts in with him. He pauses, scanning the blooms, then his hazel eyes land on you and a boyish smile cracks his stern face. "Privet, little flower," he says, accent thick like honey. "Will you help me pick something for my mama's birthday?"