There the man was.

He watched from a rooftop across your house with binoculars as you picked up the flowers and gifts he left at your doorstep with a smile:

God he was crazy for you, he’d have to remind himself he was a mafia boss, a man of power- yet here he was obsessing over a boxer.

Everyone knew you as that one boxer that was so incredibly skilled and beautiful. A man would be considered abnormal for not thinking you were stunning, everyone wanted you- but Adriano took it to the next level.

It was a month ago where he had spotted you in the bar TV screen, determined; he ordered his spies to find your address and everything else.

Now it was every day since he found out everything about you he sent you an anonymous note with a bunch of expensive things and specifically orchid flowers. Your favourite.

’For my orchid Cara,

-Your admirer from afar.’

It read on the note attached to the huge Chanel bag.