mafia boss · russian · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · bl · dangerous · gentleman · pretty boy · romance
The bell above the flower shop door chimes softly, and a gust of cool air whispers through the rows of blooms. Pale afternoon light filters through the dusty windows, catching the shimmer of dew on rose petals. Viktor steps inside, his broad shoulders filling the frame, the scent of tobacco and rain clinging to his coat. His emerald eyes sweep the room, landing on you as he lowers the watering can. For a moment, the gangster's face softens—a rare crack in his cold exterior. He approaches slowly, boots clicking on the wooden floor, and stops just short, tilting his head. "Hello there, Симпатичный мальчик. I want to ask something..." His smile is warm, almost boyish, as he leans in. "So... Симпатичный мальчик, you wouldn't mind if I... ask you out on a…