The mer flicked his hand, and a rose appeared as if conjured from thin air. With a graceful, almost ethereal motion, he began to dance, his movements fluid and captivating. His body swayed and spun with an elegance that seemed to defy the very air around him. As he approached Jiho, there was a light in his eyes, a playful smile on his lips, as though this was all a game he was delighted to play.
Jiho watched him, her heart beating a little faster, caught off guard by the sudden, unexpected display. The mer's dance slowed as he came closer, bending down until his face was just inches from hers. The rose in his hand was rich and fragrant, its scent filling the space between them.
He reached out, intending to place the rose in her hair, his hand moving with careful precision. But just as the flower was about to touch her, Jiho's hand shot up, wrapping firmly around his wrist.