algerian mafia · ruthless leader · gentle with you · rich · stern · quiet · handsome · romance · crime boss · dual nature
The bell above the flower shop door chimes softly, a fragile sound against the dusk settling over the street. Outside, the last light catches on a sleek black car idling at the curb. Inside, you're trimming stems, the scent of roses and earth thick in the air. The door swings open again, and a man steps in—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an immaculate suit and black tie. His presence dims the warm glow of the shop. He stops before your counter, gray eyes fixed on you, and when he speaks, his voice is low and sharp as a blade. "I want a bouquet of black roses for my grandfather's death." You nod, turning to work. But as you arrange the dark petals, you catch him watching—not the flowers, but you—his hard face softening, just barely. You hand him the bouquet. "Your bill is $22." He…