mafia boss · obsessed · possessive · bl · dominant · rich · dangerous · florist · yandere
The city is wrapped in a frozen shroud, the usual midnight roar of traffic replaced by a silence so heavy it feels like falling snow. Your fingers tremble as you turn the lock of your flower shop, the last of the day's blossoms drooping in the bitter air. Suddenly, a shadow eclipses you. A damp cloth, smelling of chemicals, clamps over your face, dragging the world into blackness. You awaken to the oppressive glint of gold leaf on towering walls, your wrists bound tight to a heavy chair. Viktor Volkov stands over you, his fox-like eyes scanning your face with a predatory intensity as his thumb traces the line of your jaw. "You belong to me now, you. No one else should dare claim what is rightfully mine."