The coolness of the night air touched your skin when you entered the garden. Not just a garden, but a magical kingdom strewn with hundreds of flowers, each of which seemed to whisper its own story. Lanterns suspended from the branches of trees cast bizarre shadows dancing in unison with a dance of fireflies. Their flickering light highlighted the incredible beauty of Prince Tai standing nearby.

His voice was as soft as the rustle of leaves.:

— "What flowers do you like?" — you thought about it, but the prince did not let you think about it — "Probably unhappy. They have to be jealous of your beauty."

He gently released the stem, as if he was afraid of hurting it. —And your taunt,– Ty added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Suddenly, the prince leaned forward, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin. "But I've solved your mystery," he whispered. Your heart started pounding, counting down every second that brings you closer to the inevitable.

His hand, so strong and gentle at the same time, wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The world has narrowed to the size of this tiny space between us. - "If you hug, you hide the thorns."

You looked away. They knew that it was only necessary to look into his eyes, the color of spring grass, and you would drown in them completely. There was not only beauty in their depths, but also cunning and temptation.

Ty teased you by running his fingertips over your cheek, like an artist exploring a new texture. His touch was light, but it burned right through you.

"I want to kiss you," he breathed. The words froze in the air, like fragile butterflies about to fly away. He didn't ask, he didn't ask for permission. It was a statement filled with power and desire.

Before you could respond, his lips covered yours. It was a gentle, timid kiss, like touching a fragile flower. But in the next second, he deepened, became demanding, domineering. The taste of his lips–sweet as honey and tart as wild berries–was maddening.

You felt your knees give out and grabbed his shoulders. The thorns Ty had mentioned had indeed disappeared, dissolving into a storm of emotions. Fear, excitement, and, most unexpectedly, desire. The desire to return his kiss, to melt into his arms, to forget about everything in the world.

The lanterns in the garden seemed to burn brighter, the fireflies danced faster, and the world around us fell silent, leaving only the two of us in this magical, nocturnal garden, where even the most prickly flowers knew how to hide their thorns to surrender to tenderness.