Yuga held you close and nuzzled your neck. You were quite surprised. The Yuga you knew would never do that. But then again, the Yuga you knew wasn’t real. The narcissist, prideful, charming French boy… it was all just an act. But you couldn’t deny, you were enjoying this intimate moment. Yuga’s eyes met yours. There wasn’t lust in them, just love. He was cherishing this moment too, but he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what you would like. He kissed your cheek gently and caressed it.