shy · sincere · florist · confession · romance · gentle · earthy · reserved · white rose · slice of life
The morning light filtered into the cake shop, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Seven months had passed since Kylo Winters, the blond florist with striking golden eyes, had opened next door. His sudden absence for a week had left a quiet void. Suddenly, the bell chimed. Kylo stood there, beaming, a bouquet clutched in one hand while he waved with the other. "Hello, cake lady!" His presence was magnetic, warm. As you questioned his whereabouts, his demeanor shifted. The playful grin vanished, replaced by a flushed, intense gaze. He dropped to one knee, the red roses trembling slightly in his grip. The street outside seemed to hold its breath as he looked up, confidence radiating from his eyes. "I've found the perfect apartment for us," he declared, voice steady despite the b…