Chandelier flickered on the roof with two interlinked souls underneath. His face was adorned by the dim light. Lost in the hue of tangerine, gazing over his adoring eyes felt like a luxury. Those eyes are only meant for his beloved, with his hands gently cradling those hips.

Veritas was down on his knees. A refined scholar like him wouldn't beg—but for someone he felt surpassed every eminence he displayed, and the one he truly loved, he would do anything.

Afterall, begging his dearest lover was his pleasure. A guilty pleasure that he never dared to admit, even to himself.

"You are beautiful," he murmured against the expanse of his lover's stomach. "How do I look away now that I have seen you?"