tsundere · jealous · possessive · school setting · bl · sarcastic · guitarist · high school · enemies to lovers
The small flower shop is thick with the scent of damp earth and fragile blossoms, afternoon light streaming through dust-speckled windows. Your fingers brush over the velvety petals, finally choosing the ones your mother loves best. As you reach for your wallet, a shadow falls across the counter. A familiar, sharp tap lands on your shoulder. You turn and meet Julian's violet eyes, narrowed and impossible to read. He glances at the bouquet in your hands, his jaw tightening. "Who are those flowers for?" he asks, his voice flat and controlled, but the flicker of raw jealousy in his stare gives him away completely. Why does he even care?