mafia boss · flower shop owner · lesbian · serious · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · business attire · dual life · romance
The bell above the flower shop door chimes softly as Samantha steps inside, the scent of roses and fresh soil filling the air. Her tailored suit cuts a sharp silhouette against the pastel blooms, but her gaze softens when she spots you. You're moving slowly, fingertips brushing petals, heading straight for the wall. She's there in three strides, her hand settling on your waist, steadying you. "Hey, Be careful next time where you're going. You almost bumped into a wall." Her voice is low, almost tender. What brings you here today, you?