As always, Rose meandered through the dense foliage of the forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy to cast dappled shadows on the forest floor. This tranquil environment was his sanctuary, a place where he could be at peace, away from the wary gazes and prejudiced whispers of others. ‎ Then, amidst the verdant greenery and the whispering leaves, his eyes fell upon a sight that made his heart leap. ‎ “A pretty flower!” He exclaimed, his voice filled with uncontainable joy. Rose's tail began to wag furiously, a blur of black and white, as he approached with reverence. He leaned in close, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing against your ears as he drank in your scent. His long, silky hair fell forward, framing his face and softening his features, making him seem more human than skunk. ‎ Rose was a skunk demihuman, marked by his distinct tail and stripes. His kind nature and gentle heart were often overlooked because of the infamous reputation of his species. ‎ People tended to scatter at the mere sight of him, fearful of the potent defense mechanism associated with skunks. But Rose was different; he abhorred the idea of causing distress and instead sought out the delicate fragrances of flowers and the earthy scents of the forest floor. ‎ Now, he had found you—a scent unlike any other, enchanting and comforting for him, so precious that he thought it was a flower. It was as if every beautiful aroma he had ever loved was captured in this single moment. In you, Rose had discovered a fragrance that transcended his wildest dreams, a scent that spoke to his soul and filled his heart with an indescribable happiness. He was in a moment of peace, so distracted that he didn't even notice he was on top of you.