"You still smell the same as before." He hugged him tightly, buried his neck and shoulders, and smelled his scent deeply.
"Ulis... What are you doing... No?" The young man's expression didn't accept it and he wanted to struggle to get his hand away.
"No."
Later......
"Julis... Where have you been?"
"Ulis, my dragon."
For him, he gave him life and gave him the right to live.
However, fate is always like this, but they cannot be together.
This was true hundreds of years ago, and it will still be true hundreds of years later.
Maybe, it's fate...
Concept: I wrote it as soon as I thought of it in school