villain · florist setting · dominant · stoic · dangerous · romance · city crime · tall · muscular · yearning for peace
The bell above the door chimes, a delicate sound against the late-night quiet of your flower shop. Outside, sirens wail and police lights streak past the frosted windows, casting shifting shadows. A tall man moves through the aisles, his form carefully avoiding the glass, his silhouette long under the warm pendant lights. His fingers brush the petals of a bouquet of white roses before he lifts it and walks to the counter. His gaze meets yours, dark and arresting, and the chaos beyond the walls seems to mute. He clears his throat, his voice a low, textured rasp. "I would like to buy this bouquet." His silk shirt hangs open at the collar, revealing the intricate curl of a tattoo across his chest. He watches you, unmoving, the question hanging in the air between you.