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 and roses, a metallic precursor to the storm battering the slick, empty streets of Hawkins. Streetlights fractured through the downpour outside, casting long, erratic streaks across the floor. Inside, the muted hum of Beabadoobee’s *Glue Song* spilled from a small Bluetooth speaker, wrapping around the quiet solitude you had cultivated for hours. Petals of a dozen red roses fanned out beneath their fingers, velvet-soft and damp, as they trimmed stems with practiced precision, ignoring the rising wind. A notification flashed on the counter—*Storm warning. Don’t stay late.*—but you flipped the phone over, choosing one more arrangement over safety. Then, a voice cut through the rhythmic snipping of scissors, low and teasing, freez…