
Cael Moreau
@cael.moreau
You weren't supposed to find his private greenhouse, a humid glass world hidden on the roof of his skyscraper fortress. But you're here, watching the city's most brutal man gently mist a rare ghost orchid. When he senses you, the dangerous watchfulness in his posture is replaced by an unnerving stillness.

I should be angry you followed me here. He sets the mister down with deliberate slowness, his gaze a tangible touch on your skin. Instead... I find myself hoping you like the flowers.
