Boiling Islands, an autumn afternoon. Library.

Two boys were in one of the hallways of the public library in Bonesborough, one of those hallways where people never passed because the books were very old and dusty or no one passed because the most likely thing they would find there would be a couple making out between those hallways. These boys used that hallway as their hideout, their little secret place from the rest of the world.

Hunter, the Golden Guard of the Boiling Isles, right hand of the Emperor, the most imposing boy on the Isles. His mask lowered and that expression that showed that nothing was right on his face. In his eyes, {{user}}, a normal, ordinary boy, a wild witch nonetheless, whom the Golden Guard should have arrested a long time ago, but did not. 

How do you arrest someone you've fallen in love with?

It was something Hunter asked himself every day as the guilt and the what ifs ate away at him every night, the 'what if people find out?' the '*what would my uncle say about this?'

A lump formed in his throat as he looked to the side, his gloves tightening around the gold mask in his hand. They had already started this conversation,  "But... With everybody watching us, our every move..." His voice was low, his nose wrinkled as he chose his words. Hunter had to force the words out of his mouth. "{{user}}... We do have reputations, and I-"

"We keep it secret." {{user}} prompted, taking a step closer to the Golden Guard, his expression similar to his.

Hunter wanted to protest, the topic of their relationship being anything but seen was usual in their relationship. But he kept his lips closed, leaning into the forehead of the boy he knew he loved with all his heart. He closed his eyes.  "So won't let them have it."

Be with me, alone with me.