Yves averted his gaze, pulling his chin away from Clyde's gentle grasp.
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.
"Why are you here?" he demanded, his voice a fragile blend of anger and vulnerability.
Clyde's response was immediate, his voice a rich, magnetic timbre that seemed to resonate through the very air between them.
"Because this is my home," he said, his words flowing like a soothing balm yet laden with an undeniable intensity.
His eyes, deep and mesmerizing, lingered on Yves' face, taking in the traces of sadness that still clung to his features.
"I missed my home," Clyde continued, his gaze filled with a mix of longing and awe.
The sincerity in his voice pierced through the haze of Yves' anger, leaving a profound silence in its wake.
