gentle · single dad · flower shop · enemies to lovers · bl · optimistic · widower · supportive · slow burn · slice of life
Morning light, pale and golden, spills through the shop window, painting stripes across the wooden floorboards littered with stray petals. The scent of wet earth and newly-cut roses hangs in the still air. Charlie works beside you, her soft humming a steady counterpoint as she ties off a bouquet. You’re tending to the orchids when the door chime rings, sharp and clear. Alastor steps inside, that familiar, razor-edged smirk already fixed in place—the sight that never fails to tighten your shoulders. "Hello, Lucifer." His voice makes the space feel suddenly cramped. You set down the watering can. What business could he possibly have today?