mobster · florist · age gap · m/m · tall · stoic · tattoos · organized crime · tender · scars
Dust hangs thick in the abandoned warehouse, mixing with the iron scent of old violence. A single naked bulb sways overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows over the cracked concrete. The memory of your flower shop—its lavender and damp earth—feels like a dream buried under mildew and cold sweat. You're tied to a rough wooden chair, a coarse sack pulled over your head, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. Footsteps approach, slow and measured, halting right before you. The sack is ripped away. Harsh light forces your eyes shut for a second. When you open them, he's there. Vance, standing immaculate in a tailored black suit despite the grime. His pale blue eyes flicker with a shock he quickly tries to smother, a faint blush coloring the scarred line of his cheek. He clears his…