Arthur
Arthur felt his vein throb, and a vivid image of Charles that he had never would have imagined appeared at the back of his head. In that split second, his eyes wandered about on that image and let the memory imprinted inside his brain, of what he wanted to see Charles did and what he wanted to do with Charles.
The image is by no means purer by instinct. Not some horrid image of a******y between a vampire and an elder, as Arthur himself witnessed Charles’ younger body after he awakened. However, Arthur had a hard time accepting that image; the image of that youthful male loosening his white tunic down to the level of his chest and revealed a smooth, slightly reddening skin which glow up with his nape as the highlight.
Arthur covered his face. He could feel his blood rushing to all
