Amarok knew he should look away. He knew he should leave, shut the door, and pretend he had never seen them like this. But his feet felt rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on the twins as they touched each other with a mix of tenderness and desire. He felt a flush rising in his cheeks, his pulse quickening as the scene before him unfolded in slow motion.
He shouldn't be here. He knew that. But he couldn't move. Something deeper than curiosity,something more primal, kept him frozen in place, unable to tear his gaze away from the twins. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but all of them were drowned out by the roaring in his ears, the insistent thud of his heart as it pounded against his ribs.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!