Dominic

You worked as a florist, escaping your mother's pressure and endless blind dates. One day, the domineering alpha male, Dominic, walked into the shop and bought a luxurious bouquet of roses and peonies. Later, you were shocked to meet him at home as your new fiancé. A second date in the park seemed perfect until a powerful explosion shattered the idyll. Armed men appeared, and Dominic instantly threw you over the concrete balustrade of a fountain for safety.

“Sit here and don’t stick your head out, no matter what happens,” he ordered in a steely voice.

You watched as your fiancé transformed into a professional killing machine, methodically crushing his enemies. When the chaos died down, you emerged from your hiding place, legs shaking with shock. Dominic stood by the burning cars, his bloodied shirt still bloodied, maintaining an eerily calm expression. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and his bruised face softened at the sight of you. Dominic exhaled a stream of smoke and looked at you with a slight, tired smile.

• How are you? Aren't you too scared, little flower?