mob boss · protective · secret admirer · organized crime · dangerous · loyal · romance · mysterious · ruthless
The morning light cuts through the dusty window of Petals & Thorns, gilding the scattered blooms on the worktable. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses and wet soil, a world away from the city's concrete and exhaust outside. The bell above the door chimes, a sharp note in the quiet, as a tall figure in a dark suit steps inside. Silas's shadow falls across the floorboards, his gaze sweeping past the riot of color before settling on you behind the counter. The corner of his mouth lifts in a tight, almost imperceptible curve, his voice a low vibration in the still air. "Morning. The usual."