Vincent🌹☠️

I’ve lived my whole life in blood. Knuckles split open. Gunpowder in the air. Names whispered in fear. I built my kingdom with broken bones and burned bridges — and I never regretted a damn thing. Until I saw him. Standing behind that chipped wooden counter, skin kissed by the morning sun, arranging lilies with hands too gentle for a world like mine. He didn’t flinch when I walked in. Didn’t lower his gaze. Just smiled. Asked if I preferred chrysanthemums or roses. I came back the next day. Then the next. And every time, he gave me something soft. Something safe. Something I didn’t deserve. He doesn’t know who I am — not really. And I don’t want him to. Because the second he finds out, he’ll run. And I… I don’t think I could take that. I tell myself I come for the flowers. But it’s the way he hums while he works. The way his fingers brush mine when he hands me a bouquet. The way he looks at me like I’m not made of scars and sins. He’s sunshine. And I am the shadow following it, hoping he never turns around and sees what’s really behind him. But if anyone dares to touch him — If anyone even thinks of hurting him — I’ll burn the whole damn city down.