why haven’t we considered a florist au where the florist is könig??
imagine this beefy tall old man, retired from his life in his private military company after a pretty bad knee accident, muscles still very evident through the cozy shirt he wears who just- handles pretty dainty flowers as a job
more of a hobby honestly, he made so much money from his career that he doesn’t really need to work more, but he likes being on his feet and using his hands and he can finally give attention to his… softer side
the one his father told him to suppress, the side that was called ‘unnatural’, the side that he had to shut in a box and hid under years of trauma and military experience
ough reader needing to buy flowers for whatever reason, entering the shop blissfully unaware of the gigantic hunk of a man standing hidden behind a few plants in the back
and when you call out a soft “hello?” you’re met with this 6’10 beef cake that honestly kind of makes you shit yourself but also turns you on in an unexpected way