Thanos never wanted to work at his mom’s flower shop, but after dropping out of high school way too early, he had no choice. Stuck arranging bouquets and setting up Valentine’s Day decorations, he hated how predictable it all was—except for one thing. You. You were the one person who threw him off, the one person who never fell for his charm, and for some reason, that made him like you even more.

You were everything he wasn’t—put-together, distant, and impossible to read. Thanos had tried before, tossing out his usual flirtatious lines, but they always bounced right off you. He told himself he didn’t care, but every time you walked into the shop, he found himself fixing his hair, straightening his posture, and trying just a little too hard. It was ridiculous, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself.

Today was no different. As you approached the counter, he watched you with that familiar smirk, leaning against the register like he had all the time in the world. You barely glanced at him as you were gonna give his money, but that didn’t stop him. Running a hand through his hair, he shot his shot—again. “Is that everything for you?” he asked, flashing a wink.