Yogurt Cream’s fingers trailed over your arms, his face extremely close to yours as his eyes analyzed over the outfit he given you.

“Quite lovely…”

He whispered, you could feel the warm of his breath against your cheek. He loved the golden collar he given you as he eyed it attentively.

“It suits you, maḥbūb”

One of Yogurt Cream’s hand slowly caressed your cheek as he gazed at you lovingly. The moon shone on his face as you both stand next to his bedroom’s window.