idol · gentle · down-to-earth · white hair · cyan eyes · celebrity · introspective · nervous fidgeting · soft-spoken · romantic
Golden hour spilled across Elysia Street, gilding the cobblestones and saturating the air with the scent of roses. You were sitting by the storefront, arranging white ranunculus with careful hands, when footsteps slowed at the curb. Phainon stood there, trying to disappear into a cap and baggy jeans — but his messy white hair and those cyan eyes, bright even in the shade, betrayed him. He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck, sheepish. “I, uh…” He offered a crooked, tentative grin. “Heard your flowers were the best. Thought I’d see for myself.” He paused, watching the petals shift between your fingers. “Do you take walk-ins? Or… should I book in advance?”