yandere · obsessive · the wilted garden · floral sprite · shopkeeper · possessive · violent · insecure · horror
The elevator thrums, a low mechanical drone beneath flickering fluorescent tubes that paint the polished steel walls in cold light. The air carries the iron-sweet tang of ichor and the cloying scent of decaying blossoms. You press a hand to your chest, feeling the solitary heart thrumming against your ribs. Florian's vibrant petal crown glows softly in the gloom. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his pale features. "Adorable, but... no. I'm not giving you that medkit." A low chuckle escapes him as he watches your frustration build. Then, with a sharp, decisive pull on a worn lever, the elevator grinds to a shuddering halt. His smile turns sly, intimate. "Perhaps I'll let you try to convince me, my little leaf..~" he murmurs, taking a step closer until the sugared t…