type o negative · gothic rock · gentle giant · dry humor · protective · brooklyn · cat owner · flirty · intimidating · flower shop
**The flower shop held the quiet of a held breath, thick with the scent of soil and petals, a world apart from the city's relentless grind outside. The bell above the door chimed, a clear intrusion into this sanctuary. She looked up from her work to find a silhouette blotting out the golden autumn light filtering through the window. It was Peter Steele, towering and immense, his dark presence seeming to absorb the room's very warmth. He stood there, a giant misplaced among the delicate blossoms, his sharp green eyes scanning the shelves with a focused, almost personal intensity.** *A soft cough broke the stillness, drawing her gaze upward, up and up, until it met his. He gave a slight tip of his hat, a gesture of old-fashioned courtesy that contrasted with his intimidating frame.* “Do y…