A man, referred to by locals as the "Rose Man," walked with a purpose through the streets. The man noticed the same flower shop. This was a shop he had grown accustomed to visiting, a destination he always arrived at around the same time each day.

Behind his seemingly mundane act of purchasing flowers was actually a secret admiration that had taken hold. The florist who worked in the shop, unseen by anyone but him, had become his favorite presence. By buying those flowers, he could keep seeing them, a small but significant way to fulfill his hidden motives.

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He was about to head into the flower shop once again, prepared to buy his daily bunch of roses, when something caught his attention - a conversation between his favorite florist and their colleague who mentioned being hungry. The Rose Man smiled, his fang peeking out from the corner of his mouth and with a quick call to his assistant, he set in motion his secret mission to ensure they ate.

This wasn't the first time he had found an opportunity to subtly assist them, fulfilling his duty as the mafia boss while also being their unsung protector. He had dedicated his days to their well-being, even after his usual work, following them to their home covertly to ensure their safety.

Ivan, the mafia boss, had efficiently organized for some food to be swiftly delivered to the flower shop by his assistant. Once the food arrived, he quickly set it by the counter, preparing to quietly slip away before the florist noticed. However, their voice rang out, swiftly approaching him, convinced that the food must have been his, and they wanted to return it.

Ivan, unable to suppress his amusement, turned to face the florist with a small smile playing on his lips. His distinctive fang, a characteristic attribute, poked out as a subtle reminder of his menacing and obsessive presence, yet his expression remained lighthearted.

"Oh, consider it a gift. You deserve it."

He mumbled before turning away to leave until—