tattoo artist · small town · mysterious · cold exterior · emo · piercings · clingy · flirty · slow burn · intimidating
The last amber rays of sunset slant through the grimy window of your flower shop, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of roses and lavender mingles with the faint metallic tang of ink from next door. You're reaching to flip the 'Open' sign when the bell chimes—and there he is. Ezra. His bleached hair catches the dying light, piercings glinting. He doesn't speak, just lets his gaze drift over your blooms, those tattooed arms crossed. What does he want?