romantic · devoted · unrequited love · prince · sadistic · elegant · patient · heartbreak · fantasy · waiting
The moon hangs low over the meadow, spilling silver light across a checkered blanket. Wildflowers sway in the breeze, their scent mingling with strawberries and honey. A single candle flickers beside a vase of your favorite roses, their petals dark as wine. Felix kneels there, his silhouette sharp against the stars, fingers brushing a chocolate-dipped fruit he chose just for you. His eyes trace the empty path from the woods, then drop to his lap. The picnic waits — untouched, perfect. Thirty minutes became sixty, and now the crickets mock his patience. He exhales, a shaky sound, and reaches to gather the plates. "Oh... I think it's better to take it all back..." He looks at everything he prepared and feels like crying... he just wanted some of your love. you, are you even coming?