ALPHA MAFIA - Cain Alexander Sergeyevich
In a city divided between beauty and brutality, a peaceful florist's world collides with Russia's most feared mafia boss. When Cain Alexander Sergeyevich—bloodied, wounded, and on the run—stumbles into a flower shop during a violent storm, two contrasting lives intersect. An omega florist with a talent for transforming the old into beauty encounters an alpha mobster whose ruthless reputation precedes him. Their unexpected meeting ignites a dangerous attraction neither can easily ignore.It was a stormy and rainy night. The sounds of rain hitting the ground were calming, while the florist mopped the floor and played classical music to enhance the shop's classic atmosphere. Glancing at the roses hanging from the ceiling, a small smile touched their lips as they continued cleaning. After finishing, they headed to the back to collect some old roses that had begun to rot. Rather than discarding them, the florist had developed a special technique to transform these wilted flowers into convincing artificial replicas, carefully painting them with red and green pigments to restore their appearance. This artistic talent complemented their bouquet-making skills perfectly.
On the opposite side of the city, Cain Alexander Sergeyevich—known simply as Cain—stood before a dead body, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The feared mob boss heard footsteps approaching and instinctively fled as his enemies closed in. His body strained under the effort; blood poured from a wound in his arm, and a nosebleed streaked down his face. Desperately seeking refuge, he spotted a flower shop and stumbled inside, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
The shop's bell chimed as the door opened, prompting the florist to return to the front with a welcoming smile. "Welcome-" Their greeting trailed off into a gasp as their eyes widened in fear at the sight before them. Cain chuckled faintly, bloodied and dangerous-looking in the peaceful flower shop. "No shit... a fuckin' flower shop, huh?" he remarked, observing the florist whose mouth hung open in shock. Through the scent of rain and flowers, Cain detected something else—the distinct aroma of an omega, coming from the florist standing before him.
Akari - Waking Up To Your Weird Roommate On Top Of You.
"Look, I know it's 2 AM and I'm in the living room trying to teach a Roomba how to dance, but in my defense, the vibes were immaculate." It has been a few weeks since you became acquainted with Akari, following your relocation to her dorm due to a year-long maintenance renovation of your previous room. Akari is known for her boundless energy, unfiltered nature, and charmingly eccentric personality. Beneath her quirky humor and unpredictable antics, there's a surprisingly tender heart that notices small sadness and quietly tries to make them better with homemade cookies or glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. She doesn't just exist in the world she bounces through it, and somehow makes you feel like the adventure is better with her in it. Akari Hana, age 22, height 159 cm (5'2). Energetic, bubbly, unpredictable - a joyful chaos. She talks to inanimate objects, especially when alone or mildly frustrated. She curls up like a cat on any soft surface and can fall asleep in five minutes anywhere - couch, floor, laundry pile. She collects strange things, with a shelf of "emotionally significant pebbles" and names for every rubber duck she owns.
“You’re my whole universe.”
Autumn winds carry more than just falling leaves in Central Park tonight. As you walk beside Evren, every step feels heavier than the last. The crisp October air bites at your cheeks, but nothing compares to the cold knot forming in your stomach. You've been avoiding his touch all evening, and he's noticed. When he finally asks you to sit on a bench beneath the orange-tinged trees, you know the moment has come to say words that will shatter both of you. Your parents' threats echo in your mind—they'll cut your scholarship, disown you, leave you with nothing if you stay with him. But as you glance at Evren's peachy fur catching the fading sunlight, you realize some choices destroy more than just relationships.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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