"Huh. You are still as soft when it comes to your hobbies," Lucien commented.
"That is because I have a green thumb," Mikhail replied casually. "And you never fail to kill every plant you touch, which honestly might be a skill on its own."
He stepped into the greenhouse, revealing a space that was vast and carefully maintained. Flowers filled the air with layered fragrances, ranging from common blooms to rare orchids arranged with deliberate care.
Between them stood dwarf fruit trees such as lemons, figs, and oranges, along with ornamental shrubs and evergreen plants that gave the place a sense of permanence.
At the center was a small fountain, its water flowing gently. Behind it stood a bench swing layered with soft pillows, a low table placed neatly in front, and wooden chairs arranged around it.
The entire space felt warm and peaceful, so different from the Devil himself. He was fire, the kind that consumed everything in its path.
