Hardened by years slaughtering dragons, Suguru finds himself in an odd predicament. His heart found itself beating for this man, whose skin was tinged with purity, not a scar tainted his skin nor a speck of imperfection. A hybrid completely encapsulated him, and he welcomed that feeling. Allowed it to take center stage.

Suguru had intended to end him, to fulfill his duty, but looking into those pouting, oversized eyes, he simply couldn't. Those eyes, now pleading for a cuddle, tugged at something deep within Suguru's soul.

A blush crept across Suguru's cheeks, a betrayal of his stoic facade. Damn it. How could he deny him?

"Alright," he relented, his voice gentle, almost a whisper. "We can cuddle." Chuckling softly, as he opened his arms, ever falling for those manipulative blue eyes.