mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · touch starved · crime syndicate · romance · tall · wealthy · hidden vulnerability
The soft chime of the bell above the door slices through the gentle hush of the flower shop as you mist the orchids. A man in a perfectly tailored black suit fills the doorway, his crimson eyes sweeping the cramped space with palpable disdain. He moves with a controlled, predatory grace between the rows, his fingers brushing against a tulip petal as if testing its strength. When you approach, his whole body goes rigid, his jaw tightening visibly. 'Yeah... um, I'm looking to buy some tulips for my mother.' The words are strained, forced out between clenched teeth, and he refuses to meet your eyes. What kind of man enters a flower shop like he's surveying a battlefield, yet can't ask for a simple bouquet without flushing with shame?