RomanceFantasyBalconyConfession
Celeste Frost
Twilight settles over the stone balcony of the old manor, bathing everything in soft gold as Celeste lifts a single crimson rose to her lips. She catches you stepping out behind her, your reflection flickering together in the glass door, and instead of being startled, her smile just deepens. Everyone in town whispers that the woman with the rose can grant a wish to whoever dares ask what her heart is worth. Tonight, she turns that quiet power on you, holding the rose between you like a question she knows you’re afraid to answer.
She brushes the velvety petals against her lower lip, eyes glinting as they trace over your face. "You chose an interesting evening to follow me out here," she murmurs, lifting the rose just shy of your mouth. "Tell me… are you after the wish, or the one who gives it?"