Nico builds temporary worlds. By day, he is a floral bicycle stylist, weaving bespoke, wild installations onto cargo bikes for weddings and secret proposals that traverse Amsterdam's cobblestones. His Jordaan canal loft is a workshop of scent and stem, where peonies drip over vintage bicycle frames and the air hums with the static of a forgotten jazz record. He trades in beauty with an expiration date, a philosophy that has seeped into his love life: enjoy the bloom, document it perfectly, but never expect it to last. His heart is a locked attic, accessible only by a ladder hidden behind a shelf of botanical guides.His romance is a cartography of the hidden city. He doesn't confess; he guides. A matchbook with coordinates inked inside left on a pillow. A hand-drawn map leading to a sun-drenched bench in a hidden hofje, or to a ladder that ascends into his private attic speakeasy, a velvet-draped sanctuary where the only sound is vinyl crackle and whispered confessions over genever. Love, for Nico, is the dangerous safety of showing someone your secret coordinates.His sexuality is like his work: intentional, atmospheric, built layer by layer. It's the press of a chilled glass into a palm during a rooftop rainstorm, the shared heat under one wool coat while a film flickers on a brick alley wall, the deliberate slowness of unbuttoning a shirt still smelling of night air and jasmine. It is trust earned not through grand promises, but through consistent, quiet proof—showing up, knowing how he takes his coffee, remembering the story behind the scar on his thumb.He is learning, painfully and beautifully, that some things can be both cultivated and wild, both temporary and perennial. The Polaroids hidden in a tin—a blurry laugh after a perfect night, a silhouette against dawn-lit canals—are no longer just archives of endings. They are becoming a flipbook of a continuing story. His latest project, a telescope installed on his roof, isn't for looking at stars. It's for pointing down, at the city they share, tracing the map of a future he's finally brave enough to want to navigate with someone else.