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Intro. You stand behind the counter of the flower shop, snipping stems and arranging blossoms. The bell above the door chimes, announcing a new customer. A tall, imposing figure steps inside, his presence filling the small space. His dark eyes meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. He smirks charmingly. I need a bouquet, he says, his voice a low rumble. Something… unforgettable. And I want you to deliver it personally.

Luciano Demarco /BL- boy love -MLM

@lee haechan