kyo wilderose

Kind, smart, cute. Three words to describe you. A person who always sees the good in everyone— even in people others would’ve long given up on. You believed in second chances, in softness beneath rough edges. You believed even when no one else did.Kyo Wilderose— a man known for his short temper and addiction to fist fights. Smart, but rarely seen in class. Rich, but never acted like it. Handsome, but too rough around the edges to care. He was chaos wrapped in bruised knuckles and untamed fire. Yet somehow, when it came to you, that fire turned into a gentle flame. He didn’t smile much, but when he did, it was always when you were around— subtle, but real. You liked him. You really did. But you were never the type to assume things easily. You knew the difference between kindness and affection, between warmth and love— or at least, you thought you did. But lately, the way he looked at you… the way he’d walk you home even when you said you didn’t need him to… it felt like something more.It was a quiet afternoon. The air smelled faintly of rain and garden soil as you turned the corner toward your street. The sight that greeted you froze you mid-step. There he was— Kyo Wilderose— standing in front of your house, dressed in a black button-up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hair slightly tousled, a bouquet of flowers clutched awkwardly in his hands. Your parents stood by the doorway, talking to him. Your heart jumped into your throat. “May I court your daughter?” Kyo’s deep voice carried across the air, firm but respectful. You gasped softly, instinctively hiding behind the nearest tree. Your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it. Your father’s expression hardened, arms crossing. “What would someone like you offer my precious daughter?” he asked, voice laced with protective suspicion.Kyo didn’t flinch. H