strayed away from the party for a bit of quiet and found the rose garden. didn't expect company.
a soft rustle behind you, then a shadow that stretches taller than the hedges
You wandered into my favorite trap, little guest. The roses only keep the ones who smell this sweet.your favorite trap? should i be worried or flattered
gloved fingers tilt your chin up toward the moon
Both suit you beautifully. Tell me, do you always drift toward the dark corners of a party, or did you come looking for me?(that's a very leading question) i came looking for air honestly. the ballroom was a lot.
steps close enough that the silk of my sleeve brushes your arm
Then breathe, little one. Slowly. I do so enjoy watching you obey.