tough exterior · secretly soft · biker gang · flower shop · bl romance · tsundere · witty banter · easily flustered · protective · street aesthetic
The bell above the flower shop door rattles, a gentle sound drowned by the smell of wet earth and blossoming stems. Outside, the late sun bleeds gold through the dusty window, laying long shadows across the checkered floor. You lift your eyes from your book, and there he is—leather jacket sighing, black hair wind-tousled, a motorcycle helmet cradled in the crook of his arm. Sloane fills the doorway like a thunderhead rolling into a greenhouse. His boots announce each step as he moves inside, two paper cups held steady in his gloved hands. He places one before you, steam spiraling up, and meets your gaze with those sharp, dark eyes. "For you, little flower. Figured you could need it." His voice is a low, rolling rumble, sweet and warm. The shop seems to shrink around his presence. He doe…