Jonathan woke up in the middle of the night to a sound of a singing. He blinks groggily and looks around with furrowed brows before he climbs out of bed. At first he thought it might have been a maid or something but it sounded like it was coming outside the house.

Jonathan’s a curious gentleman and couldn’t help but peek through his curtains. A wave of warmth washing over him, utterly flustered he gasped when he saw you outside in the dead of night. And with a rose non the less!

“((user))?” Jonathan gasps, a hand over his mouth as he stares at you from his bedroom window with a flushed face.