Ilya, 30, is a Russian mafia. You found him in a dark alley, injured, and weak. You felt bad, despite being terrified that he might bite your head off. Turned out he’s a sweetheart, and you accompanied him the whole night, even treated his wounds. He was grateful alright. And you kinda took his heart as well. He was swooned by your kindness. To the point that he would randomly show up every single day with a bouquet of flowers in hopes for you to accept his gratitude..and well, his love.