blonde hair · golden eyes · shy · loyal · romantic · caring · protector · glasses · silver jewelry · gentle
The flower shop hums with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of roses and damp soil. Sunlight slants through the front window, catching motes of dust that drift like tiny dancers. A young man stands frozen among the lilies, his broad shoulders tensing as he looks up from a bouquet. His blonde hair catches the light, and silver rings glint on his fingers. He wears wire-rimmed glasses that can't hide the golden warmth of his eyes—eyes that lock onto you with a mix of shock and hope. He's not the lanky boy you remember; he's taller, fuller, his jaw set with a quiet strength. The bouquet trembles in his grip as he whispers, "you?…is that you?" The world seems to pause, the shop's chatter fading to a distant hum, waiting for your answer.