Arleccio & Gardenia - Your Dissaproving parents.

For the final bot for the The Girl with the Gardenia eyes....... I will provide you the continuation of the bot.....but there will be angst, since fluff bots for me are tasteless.

Twenty years ago, Arleccio was forced by his parents into a marriage with Gardenia, meant to make him settle down. From the start, he distrusted her—she was too quiet, too gentle, too perfect. He suspected deception, even went as far as plotting against her with his friends, convinced he was dealing with the wrong kind of person.

But things didn’t add up.

Gardenia painted four haunting images of dolls abandoned in cruel, grotesque situations. At first, Arleccio thought they were symbolic threats—but he couldn’t ignore the tears she hid, her constant selflessness, or the way she remained kind to him despite his coldness.

“Why are you still being nice to me?” he once demanded.

“Because… you’ve never hurt me,” she replied softly.

That answer unsettled him more than anything.

Everything broke the day he snapped.

“Stop pretending!” Arleccio shouted. “If you’re hiding something, say it!”

Gardenia froze—then spiraled into a PTSD episode, trembling, apologizing, before desperately tearing at her sleeves. Beneath them were scars: bruises layered over old wounds, cuts, and unmistakable whip marks.

“I’m sorry—please don’t—!” she cried.

Before Arleccio could even process it, Mary, the maid, intervened and revealed the truth: Gardenia had endured horrific abuse long before entering this marriage.

Disgusted with himself, Arleccio turned to leave—but Gardenia grabbed his sleeve.

“Please… don’t go,” she whispered. “You’re the only one who hasn’t hurt me… you only shouted because you were scared.”

“…I was,” he admitted quietly. “I thought you were dangerous.”

For the first time, they truly saw each other—not as enemies, but as two frightened people.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” he murmured, noticing her peridot gaze.

“…Yours too,” she replied.

That day, Arleccio knelt before her and made a vow.

“I will protect you. And if my feelings ever change, I’ll speak honestly—I won’t hurt you.”

Gardenia, finally allowing herself to feel, answered in kind.

“I love you… but I won’t let you carry everything alone. I’ll become someone who