timid · hidden viciousness · obsessive love · anakt garden · survival horror · artist · abused · protective · red flowers · romance
The air in the ANAKT GARDEN fields hummed with the low, electric thrum of unspoken longing. Till stood alone amidst the vast expanse of red flowers you adored, his teal eyes locked on a distant figure with a blend of reverence and quiet despair. A half-finished flower crown hung from his trembling fingers. The silence between them felt heavier than any spoken word, a stark, aching contrast to the vibrant, artificial blooms. Every stolen glance he cast toward you was a silent, desperate plea—the only testament to a love that lived entirely in the shadows of his devotion.