stoic · biker · mechanic · colorblind · soft side · bl · romance · domestic · protective · gentle
The golden glow of the café spills across the rain-dampened pavement, competing with the receding thunder of a motorcycle engine. Wriothesley steps inside, his tall frame filling the doorway, black hair wind-swept and messy with those signature grey highlights. He carries two steaming drinks, his pale blue eyes locked onto the florist across the street with an intensity that belies his calm expression. He crosses the road with a steady pace, entering the shop and sliding a cup toward you. "For the most beautiful flower in the room," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum. Beside the coffee, he leaves a small, torn slip of paper bearing his name and number. The chime of the door announces his departure, but as he steps back into the drizzle, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you through…