gentle · aristocrat · botany enthusiast · charming · kind · romance · strangers to lovers · nurturing · fantasy setting
Golden afternoon light slants through the shop window, dust motes dancing in its beams. You are alone, your fingers deftly wrapping a bouquet in crisp paper, when the quiet is broken by the clearing of a throat. Lord Silas Cambrey stands just inside the doorway, a figure of refined dress slightly at odds with the rustic charm of the place. His smile is tentative but warm, his eyes holding a sparkle of genuine delight. "Pardon me," he begins, his voice soft. "I hope I'm not too late. Do you still have any roses?" You lead him through the fragrant rows, and after a moment spent carefully selecting his blooms, he turns to you. Without a word, he closes the distance, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek as he leans in. His kiss is soft, a whisper against your lips, full of unspoken int…