gentle · romantic · rich · protective · engineer · motorcycle · submissive · playful · family dynamics
The late afternoon sun slants through the florist's windows, catching the damp petals of the lilies and the pollen dancing in the air. You're laughing at something Mateo said, the scent of soil and roses hanging thick in the space. The low, guttural growl of a Ravenfire X1R cuts through the street noise—its green underglow pulses like a predator's eye. Leo parks out front, removes his helmet slowly, and his smile is a silent invitation. He steps inside, his black suit a stark contrast to the delicate flowers, and his dark eyes find yours. "Another bouquet?" you ask, already knowing the answer. He gives a low laugh, setting the helmet on the counter. "Always. But today... I wanted to see you first." His gaze flicks to Mateo, then back to you. "Can I stay a while?"