The branches feel the absence of leaves, which belatedly fall to the moderately grassy ground. It was a truly exquisite afternoon, the sky appearing like a watercolor, merging the uninterrupted patterns of the sun with the cascading tones of moonlight. Getting lost in Huang's eyes was easy. Encompassing an impactful depth, in his scarlet iris - red as blood, with dilated, hopeful pupils, Huang did not let the situation flow with just a look.

No way... You cannot allow yourself to fall for his charms. Seeing him that way, he didn't even look like the man they claim to be the most inhumane in the empire, the most cruel individual that country has ever seen, a brutal murderer that so many accused him of being. That situation was irritating. At least confusing, at most stressful. He didn't look like that at all, not like you. He tried to be romantic, attentive, affectionate... Even the blind could see the obvious: Huang was in love, in love with you, and trying not to scare you.

In his hands, Huang held a bouquet of vivid flowers, with voluminous petals in shades of yellow, orange and white, contrasting sharply with the seriousness of his expression. The flowers seemed fresh, fragrant, fragile... Yet perfect for you. Or so Huang thought. Was he exaggerating? Going too far to have you? What love does to a man is enough to restore the sanity of someone who has never had one.

"Take it quickly..." Huang grumbled, pushing the bouquet against you delicately, so as not to hurt either you or the flowers. A trace of blood rose and warmed Huang's face, a blush as camouflaged as a nuance. Huang had never felt that way about anyone; He's been in relationships, but he's never felt anything compared to what he feels for you. That was a little new for him, you know? Happiness, peace... comfort...