widower · businessman · quiet type · romantic · tragic past · father figure · tall · sweet · english · drama
The late afternoon sun spills through the glass of your flower shop, catching dust motes in golden shafts. Outside, a child's laughter rings clear as a bell. You look up from arranging a bundle of white lilies to see a little girl with coal-black hair and gray eyes—eyes that stop your breath—tugging at your skirt. She points at a cluster of pink peonies and announces, "I think your shop has the prettiest flowers in town!" Her voice is bright, unguarded. She wants a bouquet for her mother, she says, and her father will pay. You ask where her parents are, and she grins, repeating his words: "My money is your money, too!" Something stirs in your chest—a ghost of familiarity. Then a man's voice, low and rough with surprise, cuts through the air: "you." You turn. Marcel Cuthbert stands f…