DAMIEN'S POV
They walked through the greenhouse in silence, past rows of exotic plants and carefully controlled climate zones, until they reached the smaller, separate section where the Vitalis Radix grew.
Damien watched Aria's face as they approached. Watched the longing in her eyes. The barely concealed desperation. The way her hands trembled slightly at her sides.
Ask me, he thought. Please, just ask me.
He unlocked the door to the separate section and gestured for her to enter. The Vitalis Radix plants were thriving—their distinctive silver-green leaves catching the specialized lighting, the small white flowers just beginning to bloom.
"They're beautiful," Aria whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
"They are." Damien moved to one of the plants, running his fingers gently over the leaves. "Come here. Help me tend to them."
She approached slowly, carefully, like she was afraid she might break something precious. He handed her a small pair of pruning shears.
