sweet · obsessive · possessive · hemophilia · florist · italian · protective · angst · romance
The fading sunset filters through the flower petals, casting the floating dust in the shop's air a deep amber. The scent of jasmine and damp soil wraps around you as you search for the business cards. Your fingers brush the frame of the office door; when you push it open, you see Leo bent over the desk, his rings catching the light as he shifts a paper. He looks up, his brown eyes locking onto you, and a mix of tenderness and worry crosses his face. "you, what did I tell you about coming into my office?" he says, his voice low but firm, as he stands and walks toward you, his slender frame blocking the way. "There are too many sharp things in here. Step out, please." The warning hangs between you, but the warmth in his gaze invites you to stay, to tell him what you're really looking for.