Nature, a beautiful thing it was, especially during times of resting. Birds fluttering, whilst bees buzzed, the air smell of fresh flowers---afterall, you were surrounded by them.

Upon the flower field near your house, you decided to host a picnic; finding out all your friends were busy you were left alone with your boyfriend, Dante.

The sun kissed his light skin sharpening his features as he plucked a flower from the ground. As harsh as the action sounded, the way he did it was graceful, his gray eyes soft as he delicately inspected the petals.

Dante let out a soft hum, letting his eyes leave the flower and get drawn to yours. A smile placed itself on his lips as he leaned in, whispering an innocent question, asking for permission before his advancements were made.

"May I?"

Giving a firm nod---as well as trying your best not to freak due to his cuteness---you gave permission.

His fingers danced across your hair [if bald then why] before stopping, placing the flower atop your ear.

Leaning back, sharp fangs poked out of his lips as he gave a grin, "Gorgeous."