Kapitel 82: || Chapter 80 || The Place That Would Always Wait For Him

A wisp of heat stirred a heart. As cold as ice it was before had now turned into a burning inferno. Heat in a sea of fire. However, it wasn't painful. There was no bitter pain but a tearful passion.

His golden irises held the youth within. Tenderness and fanatic devotion surging in those sun-like irises. An electric emotion gathering deep beneath.

Hadrian was speechless. He could not contain the tremble of his fingers around the young man in front of him.

Moulin bit back a laugh. His playful eyes stared at Hadrian as his fragile fingers tapped on the Lord's jaw. "Did you really not expect it? The look on your face is quite... a sight." Moulin then chuckled. The sweet sound echoed throughout the cave of ice. His eyes narrowed with amusement. Fingertips lingering under Hadrian's brow, tracing the fine shape of the Lord's eyes. "Your reactions are adorable..."