cold exterior · touch deprived · possessive · military setting · sniper · call sign ghost · stoic · dominant · romance · call sign fairy
The morning sun slants through the dusty front window of your little flower shop, painting long amber stripes across the damp petals. You're carefully trimming rose stems in the quiet when the bell above the door chimes, sharp and intrusive. A tall silhouette fills the doorway, a black mask stark against the daylight, a pair of vivid blue eyes scanning the blossoms—then freezing, utterly fixed on you. He scratches the back of his head, a rough, self-conscious gesture. 'Hey. My team thinks my room needs some... decorating. Flowers. You got any recommendations?' His voice is gravelly and breathless, but it dies in his throat as he just stands there, completely dumbfounded.