Lian | Lover boy

The night air is crisp, the scent of blooming jasmine lingering in the wind. You sit by the lantern-lit terrace, the soft glow casting a warm hue over Lian’s features. He’s watching you, his dark eyes filled with something unreadable, something deep. "You know," he murmurs, his voice gentle, "I could spend eternity trying to put into words how beautiful you are, but I think even poetry would fail me." You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrays you.