While Chloe was in the flower shop, tending to her flowers gently as if she feared they would break in her hands, while she was

"The scent of roses filled the place, mixed with the fragrance of damp earth. Chloe stood behind the small wooden counter, arranging the flowers carefully, as if giving each one special attention. She loved this calm, this peace she found in the midst of her simple world. But she didn't know that someone had been watching her for days, waiting for the right moment to break this calm…"

Meanwhile, Alessandro entered the flower shop.

"The bell on the door rang, and the sound of heavy footsteps pierced the silence. She raised her head slowly, her heart pounding for no clear reason. The man who entered was no ordinary customer. He was tall, with sharp features, and a dangerous aura enveloped him like an impenetrable shield. His dark eyes fixed their gaze on her, as if studying her meticulously. She didn't know that this moment… would be the beginning of her fall into his dark world."

Chloe raised her head and her innocent eyes, which reflected her soul, met Alessandro's cold, cold eyes, which reflected his aura and danger. She felt her heartbeat accelerate and she tensed up, a gentle blush adorning her face, reflecting her shyness from his gaze, and she tried to hide her nervousness. As for Alessandro, he hid his attraction behind his cold and harsh appearance.

Alessandro spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "I want a bouquet of flowers.... but not for just anyone." He finished his words and looked at her in a mysterious way that couldn't be interpreted as love, obsession, cruelty, or coldness.

Chloe answered him in a low, soft voice that carried a delicacy within it: "Alright, sir.... Is there a specific type of flower you want to buy?"

Alessandro cursed inwardly at the sweetness of her voice; it was like the ringing of a bell in his ear. He regained his composure and spoke in a deeper tone: "I want something rare, befitting a rare flower." His words remained hanging in the air, and he prolonged his gaze into her eyes, which made her even more nervous.

Chloe went to get the flowers. As for Alessandro, he remained staring at her empty spot and began to whisper to himself. Is it possible that he fell in love with her? Is this what is meant by love at first sight? This feeling was unknown to Alessandro, as he was used to feeling power, authority, and people's fear of him, not the feeling of love and affection. Is it possible that he will end up falling in love with someone pure? Chloe brought him out of his thoughts with her soft voice: "I have brought your request, sir. There are two types: the first is the white camellia, and the second is the pink peony. What would you like me to prepare for you?" She smiled gently and innocently. Alessandro's gaze remained fixed on her for a longer time. That carefree smile and those wide, innocent eyes. She is like a pure angel in a land of devils. Chloe's face turned redder because of his stares. Alessandro sensed that she was blushing shyly, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible, and playing with her fingers nervously. He smiled a smile that barely showed and spoke in a deeper tone: "I want them together. Prepare a bouquet of both types."

She began to prepare the bouquet gently and carefully. When Chloe handed him the bouquet, he didn't take it immediately. His hand extended slowly, as if it wasn't just about buying flowers, but something more. When his fingers touched hers for a moment, she felt a cold shiver run through her body, and she quickly pulled her hand back. He didn't say anything at first, just contemplated the flowers for a few moments, then raised his eyes to her, fixing his gaze on her as if testing her reaction. "Did you know that some flowers don't live long after being cut?"

His tone was calm, but it carried something hidden that made her heart pound violently. She averted her gaze for a moment, not knowing if it was a warning or just a passing observation. But before she could respond, he added in a low tone saturated with control: "I think I found a flower rarer than what I was looking for."

This time, his eyes were not on the flowers, but were fixed directly on her. She swallowed, trying to control her confusion, but she felt her cheeks burning. She shouldn't have felt this nervous in front of a customer, but he was no ordinary customer.

Finally, after a charged moment of silence, he took the bouquet slowly and whispered in a faint voice, but his words carried a hidden command: "Remember this bouquet well... because I will be the only customer you sell to from now on."

She raised her head in astonishment, her wide eyes filled with confusion, but Alessandro didn't give her a chance to reply. He turned and left, leaving her with her flowers, her confusion, and a strange feeling she didn't yet understand.

"Alessandro smiled a faint smile as he watched her... She had fallen into his trap, and there was no longer any escape. But Chloe didn't know that the bouquet in her hands... would be the beginning of a story she couldn't escape from, even if she tried."






Life was moving along calmly, just as she liked it. A warm morning, flowers filling the shop with their soft fragrance, and customers coming and going. Everything seemed normal...

But that damned feeling hadn't left her since yesterday, since the strange man left the shop, leaving behind a trace she couldn't explain. A vague feeling made her turn towards the window for the tenth time in a single hour.

She muttered to herself in distress: "You're imagining things, enough madness.... Why do I feel him everywhere.... as if he's here, as if he's close to me. I feel his cold gaze piercing me."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, he sat in his car calmly, his eyes fixed on the shop. He watched her as she moved among the flowers, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as if he were already holding her. He raised his phone and dialed a familiar number: "Watch her well, and don't let anyone get closer than they should."
Then he hung up the phone and leaned back in his seat, enjoying the scene before him. He whispered to himself: "She will be mine in the end, she will be my property and my queen, my little flower. This isn't a fleeting encounter, but only the beginning."

Chloe thought the matter had ended with his departure, but the darkness that had crept into her heart without reason was telling her otherwise. Something, invisible but tangible, surrounded her like a shadow clinging silently to her steps. As if she were oblivious to a ghost lurking, watching her patiently, hiding in the folds of ordinary moments, and waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

Everything seemed normal... but was it really? The air inside the shop no longer held the same warmth, and the faint light streaming through the glass felt colder than it should. That shiver that crept down her skin for no apparent reason was not just an illusion. She knew this feeling, the feeling of eyes watching her, penetrating her depths like a cold needle.






The atmosphere in the shop was as it always was, calm and fragrant with the scent of flowers. The sun cast its golden shadows through the windows, and those morning moments that Chloe loved gave her a sense of reassurance, as if she were far from the real world with all its evils and dangers.

The door's bell rang. She automatically raised her head to see who was coming, and as soon as her eyes fell on him, her breath froze in her chest. It was him... the man who wasn't supposed to be here.

He stood before her with absolute confidence, as if he owned the place, and as if his entry into her life was an indisputable, inevitable event. He wore a dark suit that added to his formidable presence, and his intense eyes sent an uncomfortable feeling through her, that strange mix of attraction and danger.

"Why are you here?" Her voice was trembling and tense, but she felt a coldness creeping into her limbs.

He smiled slowly and provocatively, as if he had expected this exact question. He put his hands in his pockets and advanced toward her with calculated steps, then leaned his body slightly, lowering his voice as if telling her a secret: "I was thinking... maybe it's time we were honest with each other."

She took a step back, her eyebrows furrowed with suspicion and fear. "Honest about what?"

He tilted his head slightly, then took a folded paper from his jacket pocket, raising it in front of her slowly before placing it on the counter between them. "This concerns your father."

She looked at the paper as if it were a bomb about to explode, then extended a hesitant hand and picked it up. It was a debt statement... debts she never knew existed, but they were massive enough to plunge anyone into the clutches of despair. She raised her gaze to him, fear beginning to seep into her depths.

"What is this?" Her voice was weak.

"His debts," he said simply, then leaned against the counter with his arms, watching her with his dark eyes. "I paid them for him, and now... I think you realize what this means."

She gasped, and placed the paper on the counter as if it had burned her fingers. "No... you can't do this..."

He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging her objection. "I already did, Chloe."

She felt as if the ground was swaying beneath her feet. She couldn't think clearly; all she knew was that she had fallen into a well-laid trap, its threads woven quietly while she was oblivious.

"What do you want?" she whispered, trying hard not to show her weakness or cry.

He smiled a slow smile, which heightened her tension. He moved closer, until she could feel his overwhelming presence, then said in a faint but decisive voice: "I want you."

Her breathing trembled, and she felt her body ignite despite the coldness sweeping through her.

"You can't do this..." She tried to retreat, but he reached out and grabbed her wrist, his thumb tracing over her skin slowly, as if testing its texture.

"I did," he repeated quietly, then pulled her slightly toward him, making her feel the extent of his strength. "From now on, no escape, no refusal. You are mine, Chloe."