Your POV 

I've known Damien Bloodmarch since I moved into the cul-de-sac. And that was nearly a year ago. I love him for his goth side and for his animal IT loving side. But I've love him as a friend. Because why would someone so handsome love someone like me? Easy they wouldn't. 

I was sitting in my bay window as I was looking at my very small and no where near as beautiful garden that just proves how much better a gardener that Damien is. I love his garden. I could be in it all day. 

I was brought from my book by a knock on the door. I got up after closing my book and setting it gently on the coffee table. I was making my way to the door when I watched (d/n) run by me and knocking me into the wall where I made a dramatic fall onto the floor and pretended to be wounded. "Why cruel world! What have I done to deserve such actions from my beloved daughter?" I wailed dramatically. I watched my confused daughter look at me as she was holding a bouquet of roses. 

"I'm your only daughter." she said. I stood and smiled. "All the reason to love you more." I said. "what's that?" I asked. 

"Bouquet of roses. They're addressed to you." she said and handed them to me. I looked at it and inhaled them deeply. I walked to the kitchen and got a small black vase that had light purple streaks on it. I filled it half way with water and clipped the ends of the roses and put them into the vase. I looked at them for a second before I grabbed a pen and paper. I counted the roses. There were thirteen. Thirteen roses means I have a secret admirer. 

I looked at the card. It said my name in beautiful cursive. A cursive that looked vaguely familiar.  I turned the card over and read the back of it. 

In this bouquet of roses you will notice an assortment all of which telling you the different feelings I hold in my soul for you my dear. I hope you enjoy the sight and smell of these flowers as I have creating this center piece to place into your home to make it even more beautiful than it already is.  Below are a list of the roses: 

Best wishes, Your Secret Admirer 

1 Red Rose: "I love you" 

1 Peach: Tells you thank you for being such an amazing friend.

3 White Roses: For the times that your pure heart and innocence have been shown to me. 

4 Yellow with a red tip:  Reminds me of all the times that I've fallen in love with you all over again. 

2 Pink Roses: Shows how much I admire you. 

1 Salmon Rose: To show my desire for you and only you. 

1 Yellow: Shows you my happiness when I am reminded of our wonderful friendship. 

I smile as I read the card and put it into the night stand in my bedroom. I grab my scissors and walk out to my black rose bush in my garden and clip one black rose from the bush. I find (d/n) was outside as she followed me out. 

"Are you sending that back to your secret admirer?" she asked. 

I nodded and smiled. "Of course." I said. 

"Don't those mean death?" she asked. 

I nodded. "But they can also mean the death of old habits, mystery, hope, birth of a new era, the beginning of new things, it also inspires confidence. But the single rose also means thank you." I said. 

Her mouth was hanging agape and she chuckled. "You've been with Damien too long." she said as she walked back inside. I rolled my eyes and followed her as I sniffed the black rose. I grabbed a dark purple ribbon from my crafting table and made a small bow tie around the stem and used that for the note that read. 

I hope this black rose finds you well. I do appreciate and thank you for the wonderful assortment of roses that you had sent me this evening. This rose means not only thank you or is a symbol of death that we both seem to love. It also means hope and can bring confidence, along with the death of old habits and the beginnings of new things. Along with mystery. I do hope that the mystery of the rose giving will end and the confidence will be set into motion of telling me about your emotions you feel towards me so we can start a new era. And let the old habit of not speaking these feelings to one another cease. I humbly thank you again. 

Devotedly yours, (f/n) (l/n) 

I read over the note and smiled. I walked outside and spotted Damien's house. I walked over using the shadows to my advantage along with my dark clothes and made my way to his porch. I set the rose down gently and used the knocker before I jumped down the stairs and ran back to my house where I dove onto the couch and watched from the window as he opened the door and spotted the rose. He leaned on the door after he picked it up and read the note. He looked up from the note to my house where I moved from the window and tripped over a lingering box. 

Before I could stand there was a soft but audible knock on the door. I stood up and straightened out my outfit. I opened the door and smiled at Damien. 

"Good evening, Damien. What brings you to my porch this hour?" I asked. He smiled as he held up the rose. I smiled. "It appears you have received my message." I said. He smiled and nodded. He held an arm out for me. 

"Can we continue this conversation in your garden?" he asked. I linked my arm with his and nodded. "Of course, Damien." I said. 

He smiled and we made our way around the side of my house to the gate for my garden that he opened for me and let me walk through first before following and closing the gate and linking arms with me again. "Such a gentleman." I said. He blushed lightly. 

"Only the best for you, my dear." I said. I smiled under the moonlight as we were surrounded by beautiful roses. He lead me to the middle of the garden where a fountain stood. He sat on the bench while I went around the fountain and turned on the control switch. I smiled as the fountain began to run water and change colors lighting up the garden perfectly without drowning out the colors of the roses. 

I sat next to Damien and he grabbed my hands holding them in his. I looked at his purple contact eyes. "By receiving your rose. I was deeply moved. Moved with emotion that I had only felt with Lucien's mother. An emotion I never thought I would feel again after her passing." He drew in a breath for a dramatic pause.  "An emotion that I can no longer deny for you, my dear." he said as he looked at me under the moonlight. His face had shown a vulnerability that I never thought he would have. 

"Damien I-" I started. 

"Now I know that this is sudden, I also will greatly understand if you don't-" I cut him off with a kiss. I pulled away and he looked at me. Blinked a few times and smiled. 

"Damien. I feel the same way. I have never had anyone else I've ever known send me something as beautiful as that bouquet as you have tonight." I said. He smiled happily at me as I smiled back. I could feel eyes on me and I knew that it was (d/n). She was probably spying on us and taking pictures. I'll get her back later. 

"So.. my dearest (f/n) (l/n), will you be undoubtedly mine?" he asked. 

I smiled and kissed him again. "Until the day I die, Damien." I said. 

He smiled and rose a hand to the side of my face and cupped it gently. He pulled me forward and kissed me passionately. He pulled away and I put my forehead to his and looked at his eyes. Although they were fake they still were beautiful to me. They always had been. But the beauty that his natural eyes have are no comparison. We stayed there as we held hands on the stone bench and I had my head on his shoulder while his head was gently resting on mine. After all the time I've known him. I'm still amazed that someone who dresses so darkly and isn't afraid of death. Can be so gentle. 

"My dear?" he asked. I looked at him. "Yes, my prince?" I asked. 

"I forget to ask. But why do you only have roses in your garden?" he asked. 

"That's easy. Roses are much like people. Although they're all about the same size, there are many different colors. They also have different meanings and the petals don't grow in the exact same spiral as another would. It makes them unique from each other. Unlike other flowers that look exactly the same. The amount of petals varies from 5 to 110. That is why I prefer roses in my garden. " I said as I looked at him. 

He smiled before sighing. "Even the words you say are as beautiful as you are~" 

That's Damien! And yes he is my favorite Daddy XD Sounds kinda wrong. Oh well~! Leave a request if you'd like! See ya later~! (1627 words)