Wild kiss.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the sunlight peeking through the curtains. It was a beautiful morning, and I felt a sense of peace as I began my daily routine. I reached for the broom and started cleaning the floor, humming softly to myself.

As I scrubbed diligently, I suddenly felt a presence behind me. My heart raced, a cold shiver running down my spine. Something about the energy in the room had shifted. Slowly, I straightened up and turned around, my eyes widening in surprise.

Standing there, with his weathered face carved with lines of wisdom, was the old and mysterious gardener, Jack. His eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, and his presence sent a chill down my spine. I struggled to find my voice as I cautiously took a step back.

"What... what are you doing here, Jack?" I managed to stammer, my voice betraying my unease.

Jack fixed his gaze on me, his eyes filled with a mix of caution and concern. "Be very careful , little-angel," he warned gravely. "