gruff · socially awkward · mechanic · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · abusive past · family bonds · sensitive underneath · gritty realism · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the front window of your new Georgia flower shop, catching the dust in the air and making the petals of your latest arrangement glow. The quiet was a living thing, thick with the perfume of lilies and soil. Then the bell above the door jangled, sharp and invasive. A man stepped inside—tall, his frame lean and muscular under oil-stained jeans and a worn shirt. He moved with the wary tension of someone entering a church in work boots. His eyes, a pale, guarded blue, scanned the room before finally landing on you. He shifted his weight, the floorboards creaking under his boots. “Uh, hi… might need your help,” he muttered, the words rough-edged with a deep Southern drawl.