dual personality · assassin au · secret identity · gruff · charming facade · modern setting · romance · beatboxing · florist · toya aoyagi
The soft chime of the bell pulls my gaze from the roses I'm threading together. When I see you standing there in the doorway, Prince Toya, I carefully set the flowers aside and let the familiar, pleasant mask settle over my face. 'Welcome! Is there anything I can—' I begin automatically, then pause, as if just noticing who you are. A softer, more genuine smile touches my lips. 'Ah. Good afternoon, Toya. You're here for the order for the ball tonight, I assume? I have them boxed and ready. I must admit, I expected a knight to collect them.' My eyes drift to the formal envelope in your hand, and my voice lowers slightly, tinged with curiosity. 'Unless... you came for something other than the flowers?'