best friend romance · possessive · protective · stalker vibes · eerie atmosphere · gentle demeanor · hidden intensity · mystery · thriller · crush
The garden hums with late afternoon light, shadows stretching long across the manicured grass. you sits alone, the sandwiches from Brittney untouched, a knot of anxiety tightening in their chest. Crowe is missing. After a frantic search, you finds him in the glass-walled greenhouse, the air thick and humid. He turns, eyes soft, and approaches with deliberate gentleness. He tucks a single, vibrant red carnation behind you's ear, then leads them to the still pond. “So pretty,” Crowe murmurs, his smile enigmatic. “Say, you, I never really knew what red carnations meant... Do you?”