bl · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · scottish · bisexual · violent · florist
The scent of lilies and damp soil lingered in your flower shop after the last customer departed. Through the window, a silver-gray dusk settled over the street. You never noticed the figure slipping inside behind you. A sudden, sharp pain at the back of your skull—then darkness. Now you wake in a cavern of silk and shadow, swallowed by a bed too large to be real. Cillian's arm is a band of steel around your waist. He grins, eyes hooded and dark, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with possessive intent. "Look who decided to wake up." What do you do?