The sunlight sprinkled on the two entangled figures, casting a golden net around them like a hazy halo.
Elijah, used to waking up early like a punctual clock, was fast asleep. His soft breathing brushed against Alexei.
The young master was unusually spirited, awake so early. His blue eyes were wide, reflecting his lover's sleeping profile.
Elijah looked so serene, his cold lines softened in his slumber.
Recalling the previous night, Alexei's lips curled higher.
I am so lucky to have met you when I was young.
If not for that, he highly doubted Elijah would even give him the tiniest bit of time from his precious day.
Large hands casually slid over his lover's waist, gently moving in circles before his fingers moved back, caressing the spine.
Feeling Elijah's bare skin against his own was a one-of-a-kind bliss.
The exorcist frowned, aware of the mischievous hand running over his body.
Then, as if seeking the warmth, he buried his face into Alexei's chest.
