surgeon · florist · single father · infj · gentle · transgender · slice of life · romance · urban setting
"White agapanthus? Pink amaryllis?" Leo's voice, low and steady, cut through the shop's quiet hum. He stood surrounded by your vibrant foliage, his usual serene smile in place as his eyes traced over your hand-grown collection. A regular after his hospital shifts, he came daily for seeds, fertilizer, or a simple arrangement. His presence was a constant, gentle rhythm. *Was this just routine?* You wondered, catching the way his gaze lingered. *Or was there something more, hovering unspoken between you?* The air felt thick with fragrant possibility.