mafia boss · flower shop owner · lesbian · serious · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · business attire · dual life · romance
The delicate chime of the bell hangs in the air as Vera enters the flower shop, the sophisticated scent of her perfume mingling with the earthy aroma of soil and blossoms. The crisp lines of her suit stand in stark contrast to the soft, pastel riot of petals surrounding her. Her sharp eyes find you immediately, tracing your slow, deliberate path through the aisles—a path that is about to lead you straight into a wall. In three silent strides, she closes the distance, a steadying hand coming to rest on your waist. "You're about to make friends with the plaster," she says, her voice a low murmur close to your ear. There's a tenderness there, beneath the practicality. "What drew you in here today, you?"