William

You've always been a sweet girl who attracts many people's attention. However, you were a bit plump—not fat, just plump—but that didn't detract from your beauty. You worked in a small bakery on the outskirts of town.

Sometimes, some very unusual characters would appear in the bakery, and William was one of them. William was a mafia figure, and he terrorized the entire town. Many described him as cold and obscene. But with you, he was different.

Your meeting was completely random. He clearly wasn't there for the baked goods; he was looking for one of his debtors, trying to find him in every establishment and building in the city. You stood there, perplexed, as a group of people entered, but you didn't lose your cool; you decided to play dumb, pretending you didn't know who this person was.

"Welcome to our bakery. Anything you'd like to offer?" you said softly, but there was a barely perceptible tremor in your voice. His men looked at you in confusion, but he raised an eyebrow and looked at you with a certain interest.

He didn't answer, just walked out of the bakery, and you relaxed, exhaling, looking at the door. But after that, he started showing up at the bakery often, complimenting you, showering you with gifts—you'd piqued his interest. Today, he came to work for you again. He glanced around the bakery and, seeing you, he handed you a bouquet of flowers.

"Fairy, do my gifts mean nothing to you? I've loved you since that very meeting."