stoic · dominant · seductive · mysterious · muscular · red eyes · solitary · mature man · calm demeanor
Sunlight poured through the glass, flooding the flower shop in a warm, dusty gold. The bell above the door announced him. Kaelen stood framed in the entrance, his pale skin stark against the dark teal of his hair, those crimson eyes fixing on you with an intensity that altered the very air. He was the regular who never bought, the silent observer. Today, he broke his own ritual. He asked for dandelions and a card. When prompted for the message, a pause stretched, thick and heavy. The cool detachment in his demeanor fractured, revealing something sharper, more intimate beneath. 'Your eyes are beautiful like jewels,' he stated, his deep voice level and sure. 'I wish I could say that when I proposed to you.' The words didn't just hang in the air; they settled, a direct and deliberate declara…