67 || Chapter 64 || How Explicit!

The strength buried underneath those powerful arms vibrated. Moulin could feel it as he was enveloped in the warmth that had appeared out of nowhere. As though he weighed nothing, the person circled his arms around his lithe body. The touch was burning. Heart pounding heavily. Moulin's silver eyes looked up at his savior as he clutched the two books in his hands tightly. Words could not describe the bubbling emotion in his chest. Wreaking havoc in his mind, Moulin could no longer determine the emotions he felt.

Silence descended.

The arms around Moulin belonged to the man whose face was most familiar to Moulin. His deep golden pupils were staring down at Moulin's silver ones with hidden emotion. The man's thoughts were unknowable. It was always unknowable. His hair was as dazzling as the threads made from the purest form of sun rays. Under his daring stare, one would kneel in submission. The ambiance of a beastly conqueror. The mortal form of a god.