In a room adorned with everything shiny, a blond-haired elven man sat. His hair was tied in a ponytail, revealing the full view of his sculptured face. He wore white morning robes that exposed his chest and a bit of his abs. An ecstatic smile adorned his face, coupled with a faint blush as he sipped tea from a golden goblet. He sat on a beautiful cushion with his legs spread apart, revealing a sea of black hair on a head that bobbed up and down. It was pretty obvious what was going on.
He grabbed a handful of black hair and yanked up, revealing the face of a boy with some bruises on his cheeks.
"What exactly are you doing? I'm nowhere close to release..." Derek said in a cold tone with a manic smile, which was very much unlike the elder he portrayed.
