King of Glory: A Short KaiXin Story

The lower lip, bitten tight, is a vivid crimson. The sound of loving you slips through the gap between those lips, while the storm in his eyes threatens to sweep you into the depths of hell.

The tide surges, crashing against the reef, soaking it until it takes on a lovely jelly-like sheen.

Night is falling. The sunset makes the droplets on his lashes sparkle. His lashes flutter like butterfly wings, and the droplets slide down, spreading a large, dark stain across his lapel.

Theme: A sweet little treat