It was hard to believe Nozel loved you when he treated you like a dirty secret.

He pressed you up against one of the walls in the Silver Eagles Guild and kissed you. When he pulled away, he licked his lips of your saliva.

“You look ravishing,” he told you, his gaze narrowed. He hated commoners like you and yet he always found time to kiss and hold you in secret.

He pulled away suddenly when he heard voices in the halls, “Quit tempting me in public,” he hissed. God, he loved you.