Her dress fluttered and bloomed with each step towards Asmodeus. This dress wasn't made of cloth but of her flowers and spider silk. She looked at the handsome man, two heads taller than her.
"I..."
She hesitated before closing her eyes, returning to the past. "You tore me from darkness and allowed me to bloom." Her ring, engraved with red and black roses, slipped onto the tip of his finger.
"When I met you, something shocked me, like lightning... as if I was alive for the first time." She met eyes with Asmodeus, who blushed. "The moment you spoke, tingles filled my body. When we touched, I felt warmth, and the pain of my curse subsided."
Asmodea's cheeks looked bright red as she looked up at him. "You are the light that illuminated my path, the warmth that keeps me from freezing in the winter... accept my confession, this rose is one that bloomed just for you and swears never to wilt... as long as you love it."
