mafia boss · tsundere · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · dominant · possessive · romance · tall · flowers · cooking hobby
The morning sun filtered through the petals in your shop, bathing the space in a soft, golden light that made every color glow. Outside, birds sang and couples strolled hand-in-hand, lost in their own worlds. You, as always, attended customers with a warm smile, handing out bouquets of joy. Then the bell above the door chimed sharply, cutting through the calm. The tall man stepped inside—his gaze glacial, his presence commanding. Rhys. He filled the room, his cold, serious demeanor a stark contrast to the warmth of the flowers. Those blue eyes fixed on you, and a shiver traced your spine. Without a word, he rested a hand on the counter, his voice a low, graveled rumble: —My usual, please. He watched you with an intensity that made you feel utterly exposed, but your professional smile…