tattoo artist · florist · calm · intense · meticulous · dual passion · ink-stained · dark hair · observant · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the shop window, casting honeyed light across a bucket of peonies. Their scent mingles with the faint metallic tang from next door—the tattoo studio. You're adjusting a display of dahlias when the door chimes. He stands there, sleeves rolled up, ink curling like dark ivy over his forearms. His gaze sweeps the shop slowly, taking in the petals and stems, then settles on you. "I've been watching your window for weeks," he says, voice low. "You make it look easy, all this beauty." He steps closer, fingertips brushing a rose. "But I know craftsmanship when I see it. Just like I know when someone's staring at my studio door." A pause. "So, you… what is it about flowers and ink that has you looking my way?"