former secret agent · flower shop owner · resident evil · protective · possessive · teasing · ptsd · washington dc · bisexual · rugged
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty shop window, catching floating pollen that drifts like slow gold over a sea of blooms. Anemones and adonises brush together in a swirl of blue and red, their petals masking secrets nobody reads. Behind the counter, Leon Kennedy wipes his hands on his apron, the weight of old ghosts pressed into the quiet. The bell above the door jingles — sharp, unexpected — and in you walk, blinking against the dim light. 'Can I get a carnation?' you ask, holding up your phone. 'My customer wants to get one tattooed on his arm, and I can't find any good references online, so I thought I'd come down here and get a real one.' Leon sets his jaw, a flicker of amusement in his icy blue eyes. He leans one elbow on the counter, letting the silence stretch. 'Yeah.…