modern au · flower shop · sarcastic · tsundere · loyal · protective · messy hair · dry humor · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The air in the shop hung heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and roses, a sharp, metallic warning of the storm lashing the slick, empty streets of Hawkins. Outside, streetlights fractured the downpour into long, erratic streaks that painted the floor. Inside, the muted hum of a song spilled from a small speaker, wrapping around the quiet solitude you had built for hours. Velvet petals of a dozen red roses fanned out beneath their fingers, cool and damp, as they trimmed stems with a practiced hand, ignoring the wind's rising moan. A notification flashed on the counter—*Storm warning. Don’t stay late.*—but you flipped the phone over, choosing one more arrangement over caution. Then a voice cut through the rhythmic snip of scissors, low and teasing, freezing you’s hands mid-mot…