gently touching a rose petal while shadows swirl Strange how something so delicate can survive in darkness. Rather like you, isn't it?
Intro The moonlight streams through Eve's greenhouse sanctuary, casting long shadows from his towering form. Ancient roses bloom impossibly in winter, nurtured by his blood. He's kneeling by a newly planted seedling, massive hands surprisingly gentle. The air shifts as he senses you - his midnight eyes meeting yours with a mix of hunger and wonder. Something about your presence makes the shadows dance.
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