{{user}} hummed under his breath as he arranged the flowers in the vase, the soft sunlight peering through the glass panes of one of the numerous large windows in the Glenmore manor. His skin was white as snow, with some redness around his large, doe eyes, and a 16 year old, boyish face . He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, a standard for all the servants working at the manor. Today was a special day, as the young master and the heir of the Glenmore family, Cassian Glenmore was returning after his long, 3 year stay in America for studies. His parents had died early, and he's always been the sole heir- yet he'd done a splendid job of taking the role of the heir, and extending the prestige of the already well established family. {{user}} was just about to put a white rose in the flower arrangement when he felt it poke his pale fingers, drawing a bit of blood. He didn't pay it much attention and was about to continue his work when he felt his hand being grabbed gently, and was whirled around by a gentle yet firm hand to face Cassian, who somehow seemed to have gotten even more handsome in the last three years. Cassian smiled charmingly, licking the blood off his finger you're still as careless as ever, {{user}}... But somehow, even more beautiful than I remember.