The sun was weak against the tinted windows of the master bed.
He could feel no trace of warmth from the cold expanse beside him.
The chilly sky blue eyes glared, a hollow seethe of agitation.
'Marrying a busy man really wasn't the best choice,' he thought.
William could have spat it out himself. He was no better than a widow, left from an arranged marriage just to feel at a loss.
Whenever he thought that perhaps his love could be reciprocated, he felt descending this very room into chaos.
The silhouette of the retreating sun contrasted against the pair of round faded blues.
Hinting that within this house, was anything but the dream he envisioned.
With everything unkept and left behind by the passing days of its master's absence.
William didn't have any strength to get up from the ridiculous king-sized bed.
The slender arms bent near his pathetic face, as well as his flawlessly pale legs tucked near his chest.
The comforter was wrung to death, just to console himself.
Desperation filled his chest, yearning for the heat of the touch of those hands that could leash him with ease.
Alas, the only thing he can do to help the unbearable feeling was to cover his entire body and cling to the white sheets.
An attempt to slow down the beating of his restless pulse.
He still hoped his husband would rest next to him, stupidly enough.
Why? Why isn't he loved? Why can't his own husband hold him? How could he make him look at him to see how much he pines for him?
It's painful.
Should he continue to chase him or not?...
It should be easy. It must be very well.
And yet...
Covered with a densely pitch black blindfold, both options was going to curse him with despair and regret.
William is aware. He's nothing more than a tool to build the power and influence over those cunning old foxes.
Yet, he's helpless under the man's power over his heart.
For his salvation is the love of that man; and his suffering, without his love; his torture, his hatred towards him.
Every day, he wished the cruel man could turn to him and notice how much he, William Leon, worships him.
So his husband will begin to adore him and appreciate everything in his wake.
If you give him that in one day, he will be contented and leave carrying acceptance. Even if leaving came with a heavy price, he will take it indefinitely.
Turning his back from such a ravishing statuesque tyrant is already odd in itself so if he was going to leave, he might as well seize the opportunity.
(ง •_•)ง Just leave him already. Your husband is trash.
Ay! Have you seen him?! He's ผ(•̀_•́ผ)
not your typical crazy hot husband! No way I'm leaving without fulfilling my desires!!
(っ °Д °;)っ Aren't you just pent up then!?
