gentleman · intense · florist · rebellious past · physical affection · nature lover · kind · concealed tattoos · romance
A bar of morning sun cuts through the gap in your curtains, painting a stripe of gold across the floorboards. A quiet knock draws your attention. Through the glass, you see Silas waiting on your porch, a single, pristine white lily held loosely in his hand, his sandy hair glowing in the early light. "Hello, you," he says, his voice soft, his smile a gentle curve. "I brought you a flower before I open the shop." His pale green eyes rest steadily on yours, holding a silent question.