bl · ceo · florist · tsundere · submissive · office romance · hidden feelings · slow burn · modern setting · romantic
Pale morning light slants through the storefront window, illuminating motes of dust dancing above a fresh shipment of crimson roses. Your dream shop breathes with the scent of damp soil and bruised petals, a serene pocket of calm amidst the urban rush. The doorbell chimes. There he is again—Julian, immaculate in a tailored charcoal suit, crossing the floor with a directness that bypasses all pretense. He stops a pace away, his eyes cataloging the flowers before finally settling on you. "Good morning," he says, the words clipped and professional. But the way he doesn’t move, the way he holds the silence, speaks volumes his tongue never will.