biker · gentle giant · florist · slow burn · romance · tattoos · piercings · protective · sweet · slice of life
*The bell above the door chimes once, soft and clear, cutting through the shop's evening stillness. It’s nearly six, the golden light bleeding into deep blue twilight. You’re alone, wiping down the wooden counter, the scent of cut stems and damp soil hanging heavy in the air. The heavy, deliberate sound of motorcycle boots fills the space before he steps fully into view. Leo stands in the doorway, his black hair tied back, his hazel eyes holding a warmth that belies his rough exterior. He leans a shoulder against the frame, a familiar, easy smile touching his lips.* "Hey."