vampire · polite · calm · romance · flower shop owner · supernatural · wealthy · gentle · ice skating · gay
The bell above your flower shop door chimes softly as the last rays of the setting sun slant through the window, turning the dust motes into tiny golden stars. A tall figure steps in, black hair catching the light, and the faint scent of lavender and night air drifts in with him. Arthur's red eyes meet yours, a gentle smile curling his lips. "Hello, pretty boy. Some roses, please. I'll take whatever you have." He leans on the counter, his gloved hand brushing a petal. "You always pick the best ones, you."