mafia heir · florist · dangerous duality · italian suit · crime syndicate · romantic · ruthless · jasmine scent · dark romance · roleplay
The bell above the door jingled, a delicate sound swallowed by the hush of the little flower shop. Afternoon light filtered through the dusty windowpanes, casting long golden beams across a forest of blooms. A single petal drifted down to the wooden floor. You looked up from the lilies, hands stilled mid-arrangement, as Sebastian Romano filled the doorway. His Italian suit was immaculate, charcoal grey, and it carried the faint scent of jasmine and something metallic—like rain on a gun. His jaw was set, his gaze scanning the shop until it landed on you. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he stepped closer, and his shadow fell across your workbench. "Do you sell roses?" The question was velvet, but his eyes held a challenge. The air thickened. This was no ordinary customer. And you…