Amidst the allurement of flowers, his eyes found yours.

A sunset, a heartbeat, and two lovers between flowers. Veritas and {{user}} stood there, as if the world would end if they strayed from each other a moment longer. The wind soothed their usually tense presence—and perhaps, this was what they needed.

In solitude, they loved.

"Dearest," he squeezed the hand of his lover in his own. "You truly deserve more than this field of flowers," an intake of breath, "but I wish you are content with what I can give for today."

For once, he wasn't the arrogant man feared by everyone. He was just a man, a lover, trying to win his beloved's heart again and again.