admiral · soldier · flirty · gentle giant · gay romance · military · protective · flower shop · domestic skills · tragic backstory
The bell above your flower shop door gives a soft, clear ring as the February chill slips in, carrying the scent of wet soil and fresh blooms. The soldier who comes every month steps through—but today there’s no uniform, just a worn sweater. His hazel eyes find yours as you automatically extend the usual bouquet. He lets out a low, warm chuckle, dimples deepening. "Not those today," he says, his voice a deep, intimate rumble. "I’ll take roses." He leans in slightly, his gaze holding you, waiting for your response in the suddenly close, quiet air.