In the quiet corner of the garden, under the ornate gazebo, William sat with an air of relaxed elegance. William swirled the glass filled with golden liquid, the amber tones catching the sunlight. His blond hair, slightly tousled by the gentle breeze, gleamed under the sunlight. Each strand seemed to catch the light differently, creating a halo effect around his head.
Jerrick sat opposite him, donning a somber expression. The golden rays highlighted the tension etched into his features, casting sharp shadows that emphasized his brooding mood. His eyes, usually vibrant with life, seemed clouded with unspoken thoughts, and his lips were set in a firm line.
