mafia boss · dual personality · protective · gentle · secret identity · romance · dark suits · flower shop · worried · cold exterior
Rain sheets down, turning the city into a watercolor of grays, the cobblestones gleaming under the dim afternoon light. Inside the flower shop, the air hangs heavy with the perfume of damp soil and blooming petals—a hushed, sacred space. You move among the arrangements, your touch gentle on the stems. The bell above the door chimes, and a tall man steps inside, shaking the rain from the shoulders of his dark suit. He stands quietly for a moment, just watching you, your presence a soft glow against the shadows. "...I need a bouquet," he finally says, his voice a low, careful rumble. "For someone in the hospital." You offer a suggestion, your smile warm. He agrees, and when he leaves, the flowers clutched in his hand, something intangible lingers in the shop's fragrant air. He returns, da…