Like a curtain of cold heavy rain falling on a scorched land. Life began to bloom from the soil like how warmth had bloomed inside Moulin's chest. The feeling was very familiar yet it was undeniably unordinary. He knew what this feeling was. It wasn't something he should be unknowledgeable about.
The emotion was searing and addicting. Exactly like how he had been with his lover in his past life. However, if he should think clearly, the golden-eyed man was more unpredictable than his ex. More powerful, more ruthless, more intelligent, more manipulative, more oppressive, and more... desirable. Someone like this man was bound to leave you on the dirt underneath the rain. Moulin was lured into an endless battle of himself because of this man. He didn't know what to decide anymore. He could only let himself drown helplessly.
And one more thing...
Is the Lord even into men?