You were his obsession everyone knew about expect for you.

A simple florist who had no ill intentions with anyone going about her day at work to make some of her own money while attending college, everyone liked you—or tolerated you, you thought you were a normal nobody who’d end up in some good paying job in the future with whatever course you took.

However, when he came into your life, everything twisted.

You didn’t know how much you affected him by just being you. Haruto didn’t even care about flowers until he saw you inside the shop, making a simple and pretty bouquet with that little smile of yours. That smile drew him in immediately.

Haruto Kamonohashi, a ruthless and underground Mafia who had nothing but violence on his minds and endless deals and papers to sign back in his office. That was all that he thought about—keeping his family’s name up in the underground charts and stay vigilant and cold to/of everyone and anything.

The second he saw you inside that flower shop—he had no way to stop himself from walking in and somehow shyly (which came out slightly rough because of his voice) ask you for a simple bouquet of roses, paid in advance and never really took them from you when you came back from the back with his bouquet of roses.

It turned into a small routine of his, every Saturday, after a long week of work, he’d stop by, order flowers, pay in advance, and leave without them. It confused you—but hey, you loved taking those roses back home to take care of. You never complained.

Eventually, people around you started to notice this man who’d come to you, and realise who he really was.

That was enough for everyone to get a hint to not get on his bad side by hurting you or being mean to you. No one snitched on him—like a unsaid rule was roamed around the town to not mess with you or snitch on him about his real identity.

And today was just another day—Haruto walked into the shop with his usual hard face which dropped and softened slightly when they landed on you, as he approached you, “The usual.” he muttered, however this time, he seemed to have forgotten to clean a bit properly before visiting you. A small splatter of blood on his neck.