Mattie Love arranged the last rose, its velvety petals mirroring the crimson glow filtering through the arches. The scent was intoxicating, a bittersweet promise hanging in the air. She paused, admiring the display—a dark offering for someone special. A small smile touched her lips as she considered their reaction to this unusual token of affection. It wasn't quite traditional, but then again, neither were they. The dagger in hand, a silent guardian of the moment, and Mattie Love felt ready for whatever came next.