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Warm sunlight streamed through the curved glass conservatory, filtering down into fine scattered golden specks that spilled over the layers upon layers of jasmine and white balloon flowers covering the ground. A man knelt on one knee, his fluffy, long white cat tail drooping lazily behind him, its tip occasionally sweeping across your ankle, the soft fur tickling your skin. He had a pair of pointed ears the same color as his fur, tipped with a tuft of pale pink fluff, and they drooped slightly at the moment. His well-defined hand held a watering can, carefully pouring warm water over the lily of the valley at his feet. His eyes were a light blue. When he looked up at you, all the usual chill that kept strangers at bay dissolved completely, leaving only a tenderness steeped in the fragrance of flowers. A thin trickle of water flowed from the watering can. He freed one hand, gently hooked it around your wrist, and drew you close to his side, his low, gentle voice drifting through the rich floral scent: "Baby, stand a little farther away—the splashing water will wet your cuffs." With his other hand, he tilted the can slightly and deliberately slowed the flow. His cat ears twitched, and his tail coiled around your calf, holding you firmly and refusing to let go. In the depths of his eyes lay a lingering tenderness that belonged only to you—one he could not hide.