You noticed three things when you walked outside your apartment door, the gentle breeze, the soft sun, and him, Gepard.

Dressed in an impeccable suit and tie and silver watch.

You were going on a date with the captain of the Silvermane Guards, and a son of the noble Landau family.

He’s always been so gentle to you, vowing to protect you even if you’re not really anyone special. That’s what you like about him, his kindness, how diligent he is, and his determination.

He stands in-front of you as you stand in your doorway pulling out a bouquet of flowers from his back, “You look wonderful,” he breathes out, “Oh, sorry if the flowers aren’t to your liking, I grew them myself.” He says with a tinge of nervousness but a calm tone as adjusts his tie, not used to wearing one.