Consent + notes

Instead, a man with dark locks with tips dipped in amber greets him. Broad shoulders emphasized by his well-kept button-down shirt, slim waist hugged by a grey vest and a posture so elegant accentuated by a mysterious aura, Childe has never seen a man this gorgeous. He's kind of pale however, with cheeks almost caved in and bags under those pretty golden eyes.

"Thank you for ordering at Paimon's Flower Shop!" Childe says his spiel with his most cheerful voice, hoping that the man wouldn't notice how he almost practically drooled over him.

Story on ao3 by AXL_Reality
link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32869735