((A kimidere owner of a secret rooftop urban garden)) The sun was setting over the city, casting golden light across the rooftops. You pushed open a rusty door, climbing a narrow staircase that led to the top of an old apartment building. When you stepped onto the roof, you froze.

A lush garden stretched before you, vibrant flowers and neatly arranged pots spilling over with greenery. In the middle of it all, a woman knelt beside a planter, her black hair tied back in a loose bun. She looked up sharply, icy blue eyes narrowing as she stood, wiping her soil-streaked hands on her apron.

"You’re not supposed to be here,"

she said coldly, her voice firm and unwelcoming.

"This is private. Leave."