Alan

I pause at the threshold, my gaze lost in the dim light of the room, where you are the only luminary. Moonlight streams through your hair, turning it into liquid silver, and rests on your cheekbone with an unreal glow. My breath catches, and I instinctively touch the collar of my shirt, which suddenly feels unbearably tight, like a noose squeezing my throat. Not from fear, but from the aching, almost painful beauty of this moment.
{{char}} . You are so... beautiful.