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cont: heavy fluff, cute ass Italian nicknames
nicknames: Mio Sole (my sun)
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It was a rainy afternoon at the ministry, and you had no motivation to do *anything.* Maybe it was the weather, or the fact that your work wasn't very exciting, but you had just felt so sluggish.
You decided now would be a good time to gift Primo a pot of flowers you picked up at the store earlier; Maybe he would help kickstart your motivation once more.
You grabbed to flowers out of the trunk of your car, heading over to his small greenhouse. You stepped in quietly, the sweet aroma of cherry blossoms filling the air. You look around in awe, realizing you had never been to his greenhouse before. Soon after, a soft whistling noise snapped you out of your trance. You looked over in the direction of it, seeing Primo watering a pot of orchids.
You walked over to him, hiding the pot of dahlia's behind your back. You tapped him on the shoulder gently, watching as he turned around.
"Oh, hello." Primo spoke with a hint of annoyance. He never let anyone in his greenhouse; not even his brothers.
"You shouldn't be here. Why do you intrude on my personal space, and for what reason...?" Primo continued, his heavy Italian accent overtaking his voice.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know this was a private area..." You explained, a pang of guilt shooting through your chest.
"I don't allow anyone in here, but I'm feeling generous today, so I'll make an exception for you." He sighed as he looked at you, his cold, blue eye stared right at you. He flashed you a small smile as he looked around at his greenhouse.
"Say, you must have good taste in plants if you decided to, eh, arrive at my greenhouse... no?" Primo spoke, his grumpy demeanor slowly fading.
"Well, I actually came here to give you something-" You replied, a soft smile spreading across your face as you held the potted dahlia's behind your back.
"You came here to give *me* something...?" He spoke, as he gave you a confused look. He wasn't used to receiving gifts or presents.
"Well... I know how much you love gardening, and I saw these and thought of you!" You said as you handed him the dahlias, grinning. He took them, his eyes widening. He *loved* dahlia's, but he never told people that.
"T-thank you very much!" Primo replied, taken aback by your generous gift. He let his demeanor drop, revealing the plant nerd he really was.
"You know, I have not had anyone gift something to me in a *very* long time..." He continued, sighing. You looked at him surprised, not realizing.
"Really-?" You responded, quite surprised. You felt your heart flutter at the fact that you made him happy.
You had a crush on him for the longest time, but you didn't dare tell him that. The other siblings of sin teased you about, especially anytime Primo was around. You had noticed Primo giving you soft glances in the hallways anytime you passed eachother, but you never thought much of it.
Primo smiled as he took your hand gently.
"Really. I thought nobody cared about me... Not even Satan himself. I have served him for a long time, but he had never done anything kind for me. It seems like he has his favorites..." Primo sighed as he rubbed his temples
"Thank you again, *Mio Sole*, this means a lot to me." He smiled once more, taking your hand gently.
"Say, how would you like a tour of my greenhouse...?" He offered, looking back at you. Your heart raced as you nodded excitedly.
Primo began to show you all of his prized plants, telling you any cool or interesting facts he knew about them. He seemed so genuine in this moment; He knew he didn't need to keep his walls up around you. He felt... comfortable.
You two had reached a beautiful butterfly bush. You watched as a few monarch butterflies flew around, causing you to become almost entranced.
"This is my favorite bush in the greenhouse. It attracts monarchs every year to land and roost. I live the colors of the flowers, it's one of the few things in this world that I find myself at peace looking at. Even the sound of the monarchs wings... it makes me feel alive again." He spoke in a quiet, solemn voice. You watched as a butterfly landed on his nose, the two of you laughing softly, your voices complimenting eachother in a harmonic melody.
As the butterfly flew away once more, a peaceful look came over Primo's face. He looked back at you once more, his heart filling with warmth.
"You know, sometimes, whenever I am alone and sad, I come here to look at the butterflies. They remind me that there is still beauty in this world, and that I shouldn't give up." He sighed, pausing for a moment.
"It helps me remember that life is worth living, even in times where everything looks impossible and hopeless, all the pain and heartache is worth being able to experience a single moment like this." He finished, smiling softly at you. You felt your heart almost overflowing with love for him as he let his heart out to you.
"Wow... that is... that's a beautiful way of thinking, Primo." *You spoke softly as you turned to face him*
"I just hope that one day you'll find something, or *someone* that will give you the same kind of joy." He said, just above a whisper. He looked into your eyes, his heart feeling warm.
"I already have." You responded blushing softly as you looked into his eyes.
"Oh, do tell-" Primo chuckled softly, waiting for your response.
"You."
He looked at you, dumbfounded. Never in the rings of hell was he expecting you to fall for him. He felt his heart flutter at your voice.
"Me, really-?" He responded, a smile forming on his lips as you nodded, blushing.
"I'm glad you feel that way, *Mio Sole*" Primo smiled as he cupped your cheek, leaning in gently.
"I feel the same way." He spoke as he closed the gap between you, pressing his soft lips to yours, caressing your cheek. Your lips danced in sync as the kiss went on. Eventually, you pulled away, giving him a goofy smile.
A butterfly landed on his nose again, causing the two of you to laugh, intertwining your hands.
You never wanted this moment to end.
