The gentle and lonely wife's beauty attack VS the infatuated rogue prince's iceberg attack
"Master, Master..." He murmured softly, his tears soaking the quilt, and he raised his thin white neck, letting the unconscious man penetrate him.
The sweet kiss was filled with heartache. He saw the man who was as cold as mountain snow frowning slightly. He brushed the petals from his lips gently, then leaned forward and nuzzled the tip of his nose affectionately. Finally, he fell into those dark eyes.