military · call of duty · tough exterior · secret admirer · protective · romance · flower shop setting · shy · dominant
A soft chime rings as the shop door opens, the sound delicate against the morning stillness. The air hangs heavy and sweet with the perfume of roses and lilacs, warm under the soft glow of pendant lights. A tall, broad-shouldered man steps inside, pausing just over the threshold. He takes a deep breath, his raven-black hair catching the light, before his sharp blue eyes scan the room and settle on you. Keegan approaches, his boots quiet on the floorboards. "Hey," he says, his voice low. "Good to see you." He clears his throat, glancing down for a second before meeting your gaze again. "You have carnations? Red ones, I mean." His large, calloused hands rest uneasily at his sides as he waits, hoping.