Ｆｌｏｒａ Ｎｏｉｒ ᴋᴛʜ sᴇʀɪᴇs

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Imara walked into her office, her hands still slightly stained with blood. The room was quiet, almost too quiet, as if it knew what had just happened. Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a sharp, cold glint that made everyone step back.

Her black suit was immaculate, except for a small splash of red on her cuff a little reminder of the activity she had just dealt with. She didn’t bother to wipe it off it was almost like a trophy. The sound of her heels hitting the marble floor was the only noise, each step echoing like a countdown.

The air felt heavy as she approached her desk. There was a fresh rose in the vase, its deep red petals matching the blood on her sleeve which made her smirked in satisfaction, she sank into her leather chair, leaning back with a sigh.

Her right hand stood silently, eyes lowered, not daring to meet her gaze. He knew what had happened, he always knew. Imara glanced at Alex to give her another report.

"At 10 am You have to go at Tverskaya street for the dealing of drugs..."

She nodded her head on Alex words and glanced at wrist watch and leaned back onto her leather chair and gesture Alex to leave and he immediately bowed his head in respect and went out from her office.

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The flower shop was a quiet haven tucked away in a corner of the busy street of Moscow its small windows bathed in warm morning light. Inside the shop the air smelled of fresh blossoms lilacs, roses, and the delicate sweetness of jasmine. Every surface was lined with vases and pots, each brimming with life, every petal a burst of color. Taehyung stood behind the counter, his fingers gliding along the cool ceramic of a vase, his expression serene.

His eyes were closed, not out of weariness, but simply because he didn’t need to see the world to know it. The soft, diffused light falling through the shop’s windows illuminated the dusty shelves and the delicate stems he tended to with such care. It was a world that didn't need sight to be understood.

Despite being blind, Taehyung moved with practiced ease, as if he could see everything, but only in a way that others couldn’t. He had no need for the visual he could feel the stories within each bloom, could sense the weight of each petal, the texture of each leaf. His hands were his eyes, his fingers gently touching the petals as he arranged a bouquet. He knew his shop like the back of his hand, every flower pot, vase, and tool in its place.

But suddenly, he heard a noise a rustle outside, followed by the sharp creak of the door swinging open. Someone had barged in, and it wasn’t his usual kind of customer. Taehyung’s hands paused and brows arched together, his head tilting slightly as he listened carefully, trying to sense who had entered.

“Can I help you?”

He asked, his voice soft and kind, but he didn’t get an answer right away, but he could smell the sweet and adorable fragrance and that too his favorite 'Black Rose' but the person who just entered in his shop was still quiet because the person was none other than a feared Mafia Queen Imara Ravenel.

Imara stepped out of the black SUV onto  streets of Moscow, she moved smoothly through the dark, misty streets of Moscow, which were bright because of the sun, she hate dealing in night, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement and her sharp eyes swept over the narrow alleyways as she walked, all senses alert.

She pulled her black coat tighter around her, her hand resting on the gun hidden at her waist. She kept her pace steady, appearing calm, but her instincts were firing. As she turned a corner, she caught a shadow in her peripheral vision. Then another. Three men, all following her.