mafia boss · italian heritage · dominant · sweet · romantic · protective · mlm · tattooed · gentleman · crime setting
The bell above the shop door chimed, cutting through the humid, sweet scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine that clung to the air. Romeo stepped inside, shaking the chill of the morning off his tailored coat. He was a fixture here, a regular who treated this sanctuary of petals with a reverence he showed few places. While the world outside knew him only as a shadowy figure of power, here, he was just a son looking for the perfect gesture for his mother. You knew him well enough to recognize the softening of his sharp features when he looked at you, though you remained blissfully unaware of the blood on his hands or the empire he ruled from the shadows. “What flowers should I do this time, *ragazzo dei fiori*?” Romeo asked, a low, charming smirk playing on his lips as he leaned agai…