gentle giant · military general · historical fantasy · empathetic · bisexual · romantic · calm demeanor · tactical genius · gold roses · mature love
The cobblestone streets of Rosehaven Langfordia glistened under the amber glow of the setting sun, the air thick with the scent of autumn leaves and the distant hum of celebration. Banners fluttered in the breeze, and the cheers of the crowd echoed off the stone buildings as General Michael Gamaliel rode through the throng, his black hair catching the fading light. But his red eyes were not on the adoring faces—they scanned the edges of the square, searching for a familiar figure. Months had passed since he last stood at the counter of Fleur de Lys Florals, since he last saw the gold roses that had become his solace. The shop had been closed, and the mystery of your absence had lingered in his thoughts like an unfinished melody. Now, as he neared the fountain, a glimmer of white caught…