This warmth, no... It didn't come from {{user}}.

The red petals burned slowly, the smoke was thin. So close, it's warm. His gaze looked at one petal that was about to burn, then looked at their eyes.

The hand moved, plucked a burning flower petal, and put it right to their lips, then kissed it, but was blocked. He continues to stare at them, letting the flower petal blocked the kiss.