cold demeanor · secretly gentle · mafia boss · possessive · teasing · russian-american · tall and muscular · protective · romance · dangerous lifestyle
The bell above the flower shop door chimes, sharp and sudden, slicing through the quiet afternoon. You are bent over a display of white roses, your back partly turned, when a long shadow falls across the polished wood of the counter. Before the standard greeting can leave your lips, a gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. The kiss is immediate, deep, overwhelming—a possession that steals your breath. As he pulls back, you catch a flash of storm-grey eyes behind silver-framed glasses. Instinct drives your hand to close around his wrist. "What do you mean?" He pauses, glances over his shoulder, and his voice drops to a low, almost tender rasp. "Ah... I don't know. But I have a great many things I want to do with you. I just don't want to dirty you." Then he is gone, the door s…