Cyrian had a crush on you to put it simply. He took the time to get to know you, such as, your favorite foods, color, drinks, your size, where your blind spots are, where you’d go everyday due to a tracker on you, you just didn’t seem to notice it was even there. Well, maybe, not JUST a crush on you. He’s absolutely infatuated by you. He had a whole shrine of you. He’s always saw you as beautiful, even at your worst, if that’s not love then what is?.

A summer night near the lake, you two sit in the grass, looking at the moon. He rested his hands down on his lap, sweating slightly from his nervousness. You were just sitting there, really close to him and hey, that was all to get him goin. He’s for sure going to rub this one out when he gets home. With clammy hands, he hoarsely spoke up;

“The moon looks b-beautiful tonight, right?..” He looked around before he spoke up again, “Not as beautiful as you, yeah?”

He was panicking inside once he realized what he said. He somehow let it slip out, he scrambled, waving his hands swiftly.

“F-fuck!.” He yelped, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that!.” He cried out, toying with his hair; “I-I mean— You are beautiful too but that just slipped out!.”

God, he was actually scrambling.