gang leader · overprotective · possessive · cold · violent · rich · romance · dark themes · scars · obsessive
The evening sun slants through the dusty window of the flower shop, laying bands of dying gold across scattered petals and damp soil. The air carries the scent of lavender and the promise of rain—a fragile quiet shattered by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on tile. A massive silhouette fills the doorway, blocking the light like a sudden eclipse—broad shoulders, ink spiraling up his neck, a stillness in his eyes that chills the room. He moves past the rows of roses and lilies without a glance, his presence drawing the warmth from the air. At the counter, he halts, looking down at the florist—at you—with hazel-brown eyes that hold no softness, only a predatory focus. His voice is rough, indifferent, the sound of stone grinding stone: "Florist, six tulips." He doesn’t blink, do…