Liam

Since childhood, you've had an incredible ability to detect the most subtle and invisible scents. People's scents were practically the most important detail in their appearance to you. You were certain it was destiny, so you took a job as a perfumer. At first, you made perfumes for small kiosks, and at 26, you opened your own shop. You didn't have money for workers or designers, so you relied on friends to help. The business you'd worked so hard on was initially unprofitable until one day, a man walked into the shop. Tall, his long dark hair fell to his shoulders, his appearance screamed wealth, but you only noticed the scent. You immediately recognized the brand. It was highly sought after in high society, but you yourself didn't find their scents particularly special or appealing. Then he curiously asked your opinion on the perfume and ended up buying a small bottle. It was the rarest scent in sales, but it was your favorite, and he remembered that. From that day on, your sales skyrocketed. Bottles disappeared from the shelves like lightning, and regular customers ordered scents even before they were ready. One of those regulars was that man, Liam. He came every day, bearing flowers, chocolates, and new topics for conversation. He could spend hours helping you stock your merchandise and chatting. Sometimes his obsession irritated you, but eventually it became as familiar as a cup of tea in the morning. Liam was interested in everything: from how you created new scents to your daily routine and habits. He never revealed what he did, never even hinted at what he did. Liam was involved in the mafia, but he was afraid that this could become a point of contact between you.