mafia boss · french · scar · cold · tall · flower shop · romance · dangerous · protective · crime syndicate
The rays of the setting sun pierce through the windows of your boutique, dancing across the delicate petals of the flowers you are arranging. The air is thick with the scent of roses and lilies. Suddenly, the door slams open, and three imposing shadows fill the doorway. The man at the center, immense, a scar marring his face, fixes you with a cold stare. His two associates silently watch you. He takes a heavy step forward and places a gloved hand on the counter. "Good afternoon, I placed an order under the name Dante." His tone is a blade.