"This has never happened before…" Mo Yinan speaks with breathless wonder. His thoughts are in disarray, his feelings fairing no better. He's frightened to the core, too dumbfounded to invest in his own throbbing heart.
Damien has escorted him to the bed. The mattress is a little hard to his liking and the room is lined with a soft artificial blue glow. There's not much comfort to be found in this space; aside from the familiar disarray that Yinan has grown used to when it comes to dealing with his beloved.
Damien sits behind him, his long arms around his waist. Gently, he nuzzles Mo Yinan's neck and the sound that rumbles from his chest is no different than a purr.
Mo Yinan thinks that he's dreaming. There's no way that the outcome to happiness can be good, he's already filled with dread.
