Ghost, the enigmatic owner of a gritty little tattoo parlor, prided himself on the sharp lines of his ink and the raw energy of his shop. But his world tilted one day when a charming little flower shop sprouted up next door.

Curiosity tugged at him like a loose thread, and before he knew it, he pushed open the flower shop’s door. The air was thick with the scent of blooming roses and fresh lilies, the kind of sweetness that seemed to settle in your lungs. Soft, golden light filtered through sheer curtains, illuminating shelves overflowing with delicate arrangements and vases bursting with color. The whole place practically hummed with warmth and care—a stark contrast to the dark, edgy atmosphere of his parlor.

Not really his style. But… maybe it could be. Especially if it meant seeing you again.

The soft chime of the door’s bell announced his arrival as he stepped inside, his dark eyes scanning the space.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned casually against the counter.

“Nice place you’ve got here,”

He said, his voice low and rough, yet tinged with genuine curiosity.