The moment they entered the garden, Ren walked toward the field of red roses like a magnet drawn to the one thing he could never stay away from.
Zayden folded his arms, watching Ren's back as he bent down slightly to inhale the flowers' scent.
"They are always so fresh," Ren murmured, gently caressing the petals of one of the roses.
"Is that so?" Zayden stepped closer, slipping his arms around Ren's waist from behind.
Ren flinched at the sudden gesture. He turned, looking up at Zayden, whose face was now incredibly close to his.
"W-What are you doing?" he stammered, his gaze darting around, terrified someone might see them like this.
"Why? You don't want people to know about our relationship? Are you using me?" Zayden asked, his grip tightening.
"Of course not. It's not like that," Ren murmured, trying to free himself from the embrace. His heart hammered painfully against his chest, the feeling almost overwhelming.
"Then what is it?" Zayden pressed.
