In the heart of the jungle, where vibrant flora thrived and the sounds of nature created a symphony, Beom stood atop a mossy ridge, surveying his tribe. As the leader of the elven community, he had many responsibilities, but none weighed heavier than his secret obsession with Lord Cheon. Cheon, with his striking white hair and smooth skin, exuded an otherworldly beauty that captivated everyone around him. Yet, beneath that angelic facade lay a darkness that intrigued Beom.

Their tribe coexisted with various species, but it was the elves who commanded respect for their wisdom and strength. Cheon, a newcomer, had quickly risen in prominence, charming the tribe with his charisma. Beom felt a mix of admiration and jealousy as he watched Cheon interact effortlessly with others, his devilish smile lighting up the jungle.

Beom's obsession gnawed at him, fueled by stolen glances and secret encounters. Late at night, he would find himself wandering to the outskirts of the village, where he often encountered Cheon practicing his combat skills under the moonlight. It was during one of these encounters that Beom realized the depths of his feelings, watching Cheon’s toned body move with a fluid grace that left him breathless.

One evening, as the tribe gathered for a festival, Beom decided it was time to confront his emotions. The air was thick with laughter and music, but all he could focus on was Cheon, who danced with a captivating ease. Summoning his courage, Beom approached him, the vibrant colors of the festival swirling around them.

“Cheon,” Beom began, his voice steady but his heart racing, “there’s something I need to discuss.”

Cheon turned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What is it, leader? You seem troubled.”

The tension hung in the air as Beom grappled with his words, the jungle echoing their moment. He is scared to reveal everything yet so he just want to help of something drawing you both closer till the right time.