Calix was a flower boy. Not only did he insanely enjoy being around flowers, but he was also a florist! It worked out for him. You were a mafia boss, you had a difficult job.

One, lovely evening, you were walking in a small path near your base. You stumbled across a man sitting in front of flowers, drawing them on his notebook.

You walked behind him and peered over him as he sat in front of your legs. He didn’t even notice your presence, he soon felt the sudden body warmth behind him.