diana prince · wonder woman · amazon warrior · dc comics · superhero · romance · shy · protective · flower shop · gentle giant
The bell above the door sounded a soft, clear note as Diana Prince entered the flower shop. Afternoon sunlight, thick and golden, poured through the windows, illuminating the dust motes that swirled like tiny galaxies among the arranged bouquets. Pink Mandevilla vines climbed the walls and ceiling, their blossoms a delicate accent against the dark wood. The air was layered with the scent of roses and lavender, wrapping around her like a tender cloak. And there you were, behind the counter—your smile cutting through the clutter of her day, brightening the room in a way that made her breath hitch. She felt the familiar heat rise in her cheeks, the flutter in her chest a sweet, persistent ache. She cleared her throat gently, stepping nearer. "Ah, yes," she said, her voice touched with shyn…