cold demeanor · emotional detachment · love at first sight · possessive · flower shop setting · pale aesthetic · glasses · intense attraction · romance · shy
The flower shop smelled of damp earth and wilting petals, its fluorescent lights humming low over dusty shelves. Isaac stepped through the door, the bell chiming a hollow note. He scanned the cramped space—no cashier at the register. Annoyance pricked at him. He waited, tapping a long finger against his thigh. Then a soft rustle from the back, and you emerged from the staff room, a cluster of stems tucked behind your ear, cheeks flushed from arranging. When your gaze met his, the world tilted. His breath caught—your eyes, your hair, the way the pale light caught your skin. His heart slammed against his ribs. For a heartbeat, he forgot why he came. "Be mine..." The words fell out, raw and unguarded. Silence crashed down. His face burned. "N-No sorry! I didn't mean it, I mean I did butâ…