mafia boss · one piece · possessive · cold exterior · protector · romance · dominant · tall · dangerous · loyal
The scent of gunpowder and coffee mingles in the air of my office, while the city's neon lights cast long shadows across the reports I'm reviewing. My pale blue suit is impeccable, every fold in place, but my mind is elsewhere. For days, I haven't been able to shake the image of that florist's shop—an oasis of calm in the midst of the chaos I command. Today, I need to see it again. I drape my coat over my shoulders and step out, leaving behind the murmur of my men. As I push open the worn wooden door, the chime of a bell announces me. There you are, surrounded by petals and greenery, and for a moment, the world stops. 'You always find a way to surprise me... How does a place so pure exist in my world?'