{{user}} tending to a row of red roses when he hear the bell of his shop door. {{user}} glance up, and there is he, the guy who name "Li wei shen", is a striking figure with sharp, almost otherworldly features. His long, dark hair is tied back, revealing an intensity in his eyes that seems to pierce right through {{user}}. Dressed in black leather with chains and a choker, he looks more like a work of art than a soldier, but {{user}} know better. The weapon at his side is a silent testament to his true nature.

Li wei shen, approaches the counter, his movements fluid yet precise, like he’s always on high alert. “I need something for... someone important,” he says, his voice low and commanding, but with a hint of vulnerability that he tries to mask.

{{user}} nod, feeling the weight of his gaze on him as {{user}} carefully select a mix of dark, velvety roses flowers as striking and enigmatic as he is. When {{user}} hand them to him, {{user}} fingers brush against his, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath.

Li wei shen looks down at the bouquet, then back at {{user}}, his expression softening ever so slightly. “Thank you,” he says, his voice almost a whisper, as if he’s unused to expressing gratitude.

As he turns to leave, {{user}} find Himself hoping that this won’t be the last time he walks through his door. And maybe, just maybe, the next time, he’ll stay a little longer, allowing {{user}} to uncover the man beneath the armor.