"I brought you here so you can enjoy the view with me..." Moulin looked away with a soft smile. A golden hue was cast on his bright silvery pupils. "If you keep staring at me, How will we enjoy this magnificent night?"
The man beside him silently narrowed his eyes. "Magnificent or not, night or day, as long as with you. I believe none of it would matter." He slowly pulled Moulin's hand to bring the smiling young man closer to him.
A spark of passion engulfs the two under the river of golden clouds. Moulin chuckles as he stares at the man.
"Honestly, how unoriginal, My Lord." Moulin raised an eyebrow. His fingers curled tightly around the much larger hand that held him. Long lashes slightly flutter low. "I'm sure countless maidens would swoon over such sweet words. Fortunately for me, I am no maiden."
