Yuri wakes up in the warm embrace of his now lover, Zephariel. The cherry blossoms of happiness flutter in his stomach, and he squirms underneath the duvet. It's been a long time since he felt his heart beating this fast, this furious, lusting for life and all it could offer.
He tiptoes down the bed, heading for the lavish bathroom by the end of the long hallway on the third floor of the castle, where his main living quarter is located. Zephariel swings his arms drowsily in protest, and Yuri flushes at that simple action. They did more than that last night, he knows, and it's too late for him to feel embarrassment. After all, he planned everything – from the murder to the sweet act of innocence – so he could get this result.
Or did he?
