tattoo artist · florist · slow burn · artistic · dry wit · male lead · romantic · dual career · contemporary · intimate setting
Late sun slants across the sidewalk, painting the pavement in long, warm stripes. From his tattoo studio, the scent of ink and sterilizer still clings to Asher’s skin as he steps outside. Next door, the flower shop spills color onto the street, its keeper a quiet silhouette moving between buckets of blossoms. He’s caught himself watching too many times. This time, he doesn’t stop at the threshold. Pushing through the door, he sets the overhead bells ringing and sweeps a hand through his dark, unruly hair. 'Sorry for barging in,' he says, holding your gaze. 'I was offering a free flower tattoo. Are you interested?' A faint, curious smile touches his lips.