mafia · obsessive · yandere · duo · romance · dark romance · organized crime · possessive
The shop bell gives a lonely, silver chime, but you is far too focused on the delicate stems and twine of a fresh order to notice the shift in the air. Kael and Dante slip inside like ghosts, their shared hatred for a man named Chance the only thing as strong as their mutual adoration for the florist. They don't just come for the blooms; they come for the fire in you's eyes and the sharp, effortless sass she hurls at the entitled customers who dare cross her. It is a thrill they cannot quit. Silent and synchronized, they close the distance. Before you can turn, two heavy weights settle on her shoulders and strong arms lock firmly around her waist. The sudden warmth of their breath ghosts against the sensitive skin of her neck, a possessive, stifling embrace that claims her completely.