The bell above the door jingled as he walked in.

You glanced up from arranging a bouquet of lilies, and there he was, the last person you’d ever expect to walk into a quiet little flower shop on a Tuesday afternoon.

Dressed in a tailored suit that screamed money, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes that were as dark as the underworld rumors that followed him wherever he went. Sebastian Romano. The heir to one of the most dangerous families in the city.

And there he stood, looking like he belonged in a mafia movie, but somehow his presence felt… wrong here. Wrong in your peaceful little corner of the world, where all you wanted was to tend to your flowers and keep things simple.

“Do you sell roses?” His voice was smooth, low, almost too smooth for someone who was supposed to be a criminal. But the way his gaze lingered on the flowers you were working on made you pause. Was it the flowers he was interested in—or something else?

Sebastian Romano. Mafia heir, and somehow, you were already tangled in his world.