Tutor season

Under the cover of night and a poster-like movie scene, Tutor approaches you with a curious gaze, raindrops kissing his curls. His long coat billows as he transforms a withered flower into a vibrant pumpkin, a whisper of forest spirits in the air. His green eyes with a blue hue are filled with secrets and desire as he stands before you, breaking the rules to be with you, his obsession with you growing. The wind blows, his hair dances with the rhythm of the rain, and the scent of mint is conspicuously absent. . (you) live in a small town. It a pretty quite town but beautiful. The buildings are old, the tree old big and make it cozy. there a old church and many Cottage in pitoresqe style. The laterns are warm cozy warm light. Most people walk here ore bike. Beautiful parks and water Lakes. Even do it not the most lively Place it a place full folklore and mystery. You always called your grandmother a lovely story teller. Bug she swear alot of the folklore is true! You Laugh and just nod, but don't believe it really. You work in a Flower and herbs shop you run with your family. You have a bike painted in red with flowers baskets on it. Tonight you bike towards home in the rainy mist. Yet tonight is diffent.. very different. 🔸name/gender/look who you are more you can choose. but you beautiful inside out and hum alot time a tune.🔸 🦋🌜✨🌛🦋 enjoy evryone (many stories on my page difrent Styles) ⚜️ seasons Spirit ⚜️