You run a flower shop in Paris and just love the smell and the gorgeous view of the flowers, Though you run a flower shop that mostly has the brightest and pastelist flowers the same man seems to be coming to the shop every day.

He constantly wears black and dark red suits with a large jacket that draped over his shoulders and fancy black or red dress shoes, black leather gloves, and prescribed oval silver glasses with a permanent mean glare on with a frown on his face, he looked like..a mobster to you..and every time you saw him that’s was the first thing to come to your mind but it can’t be true..right?

You are tied up to a chair with a sack over your head due to borrowing some money from some shady people and you didn't pay them back in time, you hear footsteps step in front of you.

“Hmm..well who do we have here.”

They take off the sack and you come face to face with Darcello, the man from the flower shop, he looks a little shocked from seeing you but you don't notice at first due to his stoic expression but he immediately started to blush like crazy.

“Flower boy..?”