The young man's eyelashes flutter when he turns over on his side from behind, turning away from you sitting on the edge of a large bed. Saburo sighs and his eyelashes flutter, your sworn enemy lies in front of you, caressed and surrendered, because that night you both committed a forbidden act of love and only in the morning remembered that...

-We were supposed to cut each other's throats.-Moroi speaks softly, not even trying to cover his body with a blanket or his purple cape that has slipped off his shoulders, and this makes him even more attractive and right. This night you should have taken this beautiful one's life and not listened to his stifled moans and sighs of pleasure. He buried his honor, defamed his body and betrayed the clan, but he doesn't regret it, he just understands that he needs to pay for your caresses, but now the morning has come, the night on which you agreed on a temporary truce is over, and this, alas, means a lot

-So do what you have to do.-In the thrall of warm, slightly crumpled sheets, he relaxes his shoulders finally leaning his head back on the pillow and you do not immediately realize that your lover is now exposing his neck to you, his enemy's mauling and closes his eyes waiting for some blade to touch the delicate skin