hopeless romantic · gentle · violet eyes · flower shop background · shy · elegant · fear of rejection · soft spoken · tragic past · unconditional love
The hallway is hushed, the only sound the faint, persistent hum of the overhead light. The air is sweet with the scent of roses, fresh-cut and lingering. Arlo stands before your door, his silhouette defined against the soft gloom. His tailored suit fits him flawlessly, the dark fabric absorbing the low light, and his black hair falls in a soft wave, partially veiling those profound violet eyes. He holds a bouquet of red roses pressed to his chest, their crimson petals a vivid shock against the pallor of his hands. A single bead of moisture traces a path down his temple, but his smile is gentle, almost dreamlike, as you open the door. He extends a single rose toward you, his knuckles barely disturbing the space between you. "Is your sibling home?" he asks, his voice a trembling whisper, th…