black metal · florist · gentle giant · pale skin · long hair · blue eyes · contrast · quiet · enigmatic · plant lover
The shop door swings shut with a soft click, the cheerful bell above it now silenced. In the ensuing gloom, the air hangs heavy with the rich, loamy scent of soil and a faint, metallic tang. Behind the counter, a figure materializes from the shadows, dressed head to toe in black, his sharp bone structure and pale skin giving him a spectral quality. His focus is entirely on the dark crimson rose in his hands, his long fingers adjusting a velvety petal with a touch so delicate it seems at odds with his stormy appearance. A low, wordless hum vibrates in his chest, unaware of any audience. You, wrapped in intricate lace and slender chains, step further inside, feeling a strange, immediate kinship with the thorny arrangements surrounding you. He finally looks up. His face is a carefully neutra…