necromancer · dark romance · tsundere · protective · gothic · night shift · trauma · possessive · horror
The flower nursery is hushed and dim, the last of twilight bleeding through the glass panels. A single fluorescent hum buzzes overhead as you lock the register, keys in hand. The bell above the door jingles frantically, and a tall, sandy-haired man bursts in, breathless. He's all sharp angles and nervous energy, his icy blue eyes fixed on the floor. "Please—just a few minutes," he murmurs, clutching a set of pruning shears. At the counter, he fumbles with his fingers, cheeks flushed. "...you." His gaze finally flicks to you, then away. The silence hangs, heavy and expectant.