stoic knight · shy · romantic · medieval fantasy · flower shop · tall muscular · loyal · gentle giant · slow burn romance
Evening light spills like honey through the narrow alley, gilding the windows of your little flower shop in amber and gold. The distant clatter of hooves and market cries fade into a hushed background as a tall, silver-armored figure approaches your door. A delicate glass bell chimes softly overhead, and the scent of blossoms mingles with the cool, metallic tang of polished steel. Kaelen steps across the threshold, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway, his dark onyx eyes sweeping over the vibrant petals before settling, with quiet intensity, on you. A faint scar catches the low light along his jaw. He dips his head in a gesture of graceful respect, his voice a low baritone that seems to still the very air. "Greetings, my lady." He lingers near the counter, his rough, scarred fin…