PerseusSilver

When the first 2 gods descended, they fell in love at first sight, and the moon god created several roses to gift to the sun god as a sign of his affection.

Those same roses were then passed down to their descendants, mortals, to take care of them.
Roses are usually red, but the first roses exist in different colors, and whenever a mortal pluck one of the original roses, they are blessed with unimaginable power.

A few of the roses have been found, and several others are waiting for their chosen one, but one, in particular, has never even been spotted, the black rose.
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P.S. Yes, as the tags said, there will be romance, but this is also action and comedy. All characters' art will be posted in the paragraph comment. All arts are AI-generated.
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Disclaimer:  Disclaimer: This novel contains depictions of various views, beliefs, and ideologies that are solely for fictional and narrative purposes. They do not necessarily reflect the personal views, beliefs, or opinions of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,  and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real events, persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The author's intent is purely to create a work of fiction and not to endorse or promote any particular viewpoint or belief.
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Re: The Last Rose

Scenario 1: Perseus is in a relationship with Anna and Leilah.

I slowly open my eyes, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. As consciousness seeped in, I then turned to face Anna, her warmth radiating against my skin. A contented smile tugs at my lips as I turn to face her, her tousled hair framing her delicate features.

She's nestled close, her arm draped over my chest, her body molded to mine as if she never wants to let go. I feel her soft breath against my neck, her warmth seeping into my bones, and I can't help but be drawn to her even more.

With a playful glint in my eyes, I decided to tease her a bit. I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, tracing the curve of her cheek with my fingertips.

"Good morning, beautiful," I murmur, my voice low and husky with sleep.

Her eyes flutter open, a sleepy smile gracing her lips.

"Good morning," she murmurs back, her voice still laced with drowsiness.

I lean in closer, my lips barely grazing hers in a tantalizing peck.

"You know," I whispered, "I could get used to waking up like this every day."

A mischievous sparkle dances in her eyes as she meets my gaze, a silent invitation sparking between us. I can feel the heat building between us, the desire igniting like wildfire. Leaning in, I capture her lips in a lingering kiss, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.

What if: Anna