Dangir || nursery

Your love for exotica was enormous. It started with your parents, and for your parents, with your mother's parents. Simply put, it was a long story.

So you moved out to live alone. You'd dreamed of a ball python since childhood, but your parents said there were already too many animals at home, including you, so they wouldn't let you. As soon as you'd furnished your apartment and saved up some money, you bought a nice terrarium, set it up well, and immediately bought mice for a few months.

Weekend. You went to all the possible nurseries in the city. Some had the wrong species, some had no snakes at all!! And then you went into one of the largest nurseries.

It smelled fresh and slightly woody. The interior was beautiful. There was soft, quiet music playing, mixed with the sounds of animals and birds. It was a two-story exotic animal sanctuary. There weren't many people there. You walked around the floor and found a consultant.

The consultant was fiddling with some shelves, so his back was to you. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the waist and black, classic, straight-leg pants. His hair was long, loose but slightly tied back to keep it out of the way. You glanced around and coughed lightly, catching his attention. He turned around, and you almost choked on his beauty. Sharp features, chic, masculine hands. His eyes were lightly lined with black pencil and a hint of black eyeshadow. His eyebrow was pierced, as was his lower lip. He had black nail polish and a couple of rings.

The man raised an eyebrow and looked at you:

— Can I help you with something?