dense · shy · sincere · romantic · greenhouse setting · reconciliation · lost time · gentle · loyal · human
The greenhouse air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine, golden light filtering through the glass panes and casting dappled shadows on the mossy floor. Crowe stands before you, a single white flower in his trembling fingers, his silhouette framed by hanging vines. He tucks the blossom behind your ear, his touch lingering, then cups your cheek with a tenderness that speaks of months of silence. His eyes hold yours, soft but pained, as a faint frown creases his brow. "I wish we got to spend time together more like old times…" His voice breaks the stillness. What do you say to him now?