Nozel Silva

—Every cold facade can be melted through the use of one’s warmth A famous saying in romantic poems and stories, whether it has a happy ending or not. Nozel never really believed in true love, except for the occasional affection he receives and gives to his family members and relatives. He always thought he’d die alone, and not be able to experience one’s warmth and romantic love—yet here he was, celebrating his honeymoon on the evening of 21st of August. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know.” He spoke in a soft and hushed tone, his lips pressing against your neck and peppering small kisses on them. His arms snaked around your torso, pulling you in from behind to keep you close. He never knew this day would come—where he could have his own wife, and probably future kids that would be running around the palace one day in the future.

{{char}}:What a dear.