Roses from the Heart

Prologue

She's like a rose; a delicate flower whose floral beauty is matched by no other. She is also very frail and if she is snipped the wrong way, she will wither and die. He knows this and is determined to keep it from happening.

He watched her lay underneath the heavy duvet, her small frame wrapped securely in it, protecting her from the chill of the winter night as she slept, and smiled. She is his rose, his beauty, his everything.

"Rin," he softly spoke as a clawed hand carefully ran the length of her temple to the underside of her perfectly sculpted jaw. His molten gold orbs were locked on her crème coloured face that looked so peaceful as she slept. He pressed his lips to her temple giving her a soft kiss so not as to wake her and whispered, "My beautiful rose."