White rose

 In the heart of the bustling city, where steel giants kissed the sky and the concrete jungle never slept, there lived a man named Arthur. Arthur was a creature of habit, his life a meticulously choreographed dance of routine. He woke up at six sharp, rain or shine, to the rhythmic tick of his wind-up alarm clock. His apartment, a tiny sanctuary on the seventeenth floor, was a bastion of order amidst the chaos of the urban sprawl. Everything had its place, and everything was in its place.

Arthur was not a young man, his face etched with the lines of a thousand untold stories, but his eyes held a youthful spark that defied his years. He was a tailor by trade, a master craftsman who took pride in his work. His fingers, though gnarled with age, moved with the grace of a pianist's, weaving threads of color and fabric into a symphony of style. His clients were the city's elite, those who could afford the luxury of custom tailoring and appreciated the art of a well-tailored suit.

One peculiarity about Arthur was his penchant for white. His workshop was a gleaming bastion of white, from the walls to the cutting table, even his apron and the tape measure around his neck. The only splashes of color were the fabrics laid out like a painter's palette, waiting for their transformation. The scent of fresh fabric, a mix of cotton and wool, filled the air, a comforting aroma that had become the soundtrack to his days. His clients often marveled at his ability to maintain such pristine conditions amidst the grime of the city.

He was a man of few words, preferring the silent poetry of his needle and thread. His customers would come and go, sharing snippets of their lives, their worries and their triumphs, and Arthur would listen with a nod, a smile, and the occasional murmur of understanding. Yet, he remained an enigma, his own life a mystery to those who frequented his shop. They knew him as the tailor who could make anyone look beautiful in white, but little did they know of the tumultuous world that churned beneath his calm exterior.