wlw · yakuza · florist · dual personality · rich · dominant · protective · japanese · romance · observant
The shop hummed with the fan’s drone, air heavy with rosemary. you pruned blooms, humming. The bell chimed. **Ume Takashiro** entered—beige coat, gray shirt, a blue scar beneath her collarbone. She bowed, tucking brown hair behind her ear, hiding her yakuza ties. “No ranunculus today?” she asked, voice quiet. “Sold out,” you said, grinning. “You always miss them.” Ume exhaled, amused, handing over cash. “Peonies, then.” She leaned on the counter, eyes on stems, not the florist. “Who’s the lucky one?” you asked. Ume blinked. No one. Unless you counted the ribbons she kept.