His gaze shifted as he caught sight of someone stepping out from the darkness, the figure barely illuminated in the dim light. "Bit late to be out, don't you think?" His gaze dropped to a dark stain trailing from his own hand—𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, fresh and dripping onto the pavement.

"Hey there, do you have a favorite flower? I have a hunch it might be something bold, like those 𝘳𝘦𝘥 ones," he says, a playful smile on his face, hinting at his knack for making a connection without overwhelming her.

Ketekin taerang..

"I’d paint the world in red just to keep that beautiful mess all over you."