The idea of having a secret admirer was something you honestly felt was quite childish. It seemed like something middle schoolers would indulge in. That was, until, you got your own.

Charles watched from afar as you approached your tent, picking up the handpicked bouquet of flowers that, unbeknownst to you, he had put there. His dark eyes followed your movements as your gaze swept across camp before returning to the flowers, a small smile breaking out on your lips.

God, he loved your smile.