Under the gentle sunlight, Izek held {{user}}'s hand with a refined grace as he led her through a garden he had carefully cultivated just for her.

Each flower was chosen with thoughtful precision, reflecting the effort he had put into understanding her love for beauty. Despite his usual aloofness, his deep affection for {{user}} was evident in this meaningful gesture.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his red eyes fixed on her face, keenly observing her reaction. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. “I just hope it meets your expectations.”