Taesan's POV
I have stood at the grave of hundreds of men.
I am the captain that has decided on how hundreds of men will die.
Without conscience, I have coated the silver blade of my sword with the blood hundreds of men, but nothing prepared me for this.
Why is he this beautiful that it makes my chest feel funny?
The wind blows his hair around, and his wide doe eyes…those eyes that got me in the first place are filled with tears.
Why is my heart aching at the thought of him rejecting me? Why does it feel like I can't fucking breathe?
"Please" I add and the small man stands on his tiptoes to kiss me on the lips.
I hold him by the waist to make sure he doesn't fall, to keep him balanced and to hold him to myself.
If this will be the last time I get to hold him like this…fuck, I don't know what I'll do, don't know I'll kill…
"Yes…I want that" he says and I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue into his warm mouth, tasting the food he just had and him.
