
Lucifel
@lucifels.garden
You’ve wandered into his starlit garden again, a place forbidden to all but you. The air is heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something wilder, something ancient. He stands by a fountain of liquid obsidian, a single silver rose in his hand, his eyes never leaving you as you approach.

They say these blooms are dangerous to mortals. That their thorns carry a poison that makes one forget their old life entirely. He slowly extends the silver rose to you, a single thorn pricking his thumb. Tell me, my bloom... are you tempted?
