The fierceness of the wind seemed to bring forth a spine-chilling sensation. People who cowered under the heavy aura brought by the sudden intruder could not help but lower their heads and submit.
The pair of golden eyes intently stared at the slender figure behind the two tall men, He didn't care about the attention he was drawing towards himself nor did he mind that the commotion might soon bring the rest of the Fraunces nobility to the garden. His intimidating form cold haunt one in their sleep.
"Y-You…" Maxille forced out. His fists clenched as he gritted his teeth. The winds wooshed beside his ears but he could hear nothing as cautiousness filled his being. His eyes were laced with hostility as he stared at the golden-eyed man. A foreboding feeling crept up his spine when he realized that the Hercullian Lord was not even paying attention to him, instead, he was eyeing his brother with covetous eyes.
Emlen clenched his jaw as he forcefully pulled Moulin behind him, "You dare to step into our home. Do you realize what you are trying to start?" The second young master released a ferocious aura as he eyed Hadrian who had finally stopped his steps.
"I am not attempting to start anything." He spoke straightforwardly without expressing any emotions.
Moulin drew his brows together as he swiftly slipped past Emlen's back. With surprised eyes, he looked at Hadrian, "Hadrian!"
"Moulin!" Maxille grabbed his little brother's arm. He gave a painful squeeze to stop Moulin from struggling.
Silver eyes narrowed. Without warning, Moulin held Maxille's wrist and released a frigid burst of energy that made the man quickly release him. With a furious gaze, he snapped at his eldest brother, "Don't force me to heed you. I am not something you can control and do as you please."
Maxille widened his eyes, he reached out, "Moulin, I wasn't-"
"Moulin…"
A magnetic voice reached the youth's ears. Shifting his gaze, Moulin met mesmerizing golden eyes. The same eyes that had always looked so gentle and entrancing when they held the youth within their gaze. A soothed breath escaped from Moulin's mouth. They were only separated for a day and a few hours but it felt as though Moulin had not seen him for years. Perhaps, it was because of the stress and the anxiety that made him wish to have Hadrian by his side. To soothe him, to make him feel at ease, to make him feel safe.
Moulin softened his gaze, "Hadrian…"
"Moulin!" Emlen's furious voice startled the young man. Almost immediately, Moulin turned to face his second older brother.
"Why are you so foolish? Do you not understand what we just explained to you?"
Moulin knitted his eyebrows, "Brother, he really is not a bad person. Please… Don't make this hard for me… If you just listen then-"
"Aren't you the one who hasn't been listening to us?! Do you not understand that we are doing this for you? If you don't listen to us, you will be hurt! And it will all be too late before you realized it."
Moulin slightly lowered his eyelids. He sighed as he glanced at Hadrian, "If you are doing this for me then why are you hurting me right now?"
Emlen and Maxille stopped.
A disheartened smile graced the youth's lips. "I don't want to choose between you and my lover. I… really don't want to… Please… Don't force me to do this…"
Moulin lowered his voice. Dismay enveloped his form. The weight of unwillingness and despair settled on his shoulders as he faced Hadrian.
In the silence and under the weight of the heavy atmosphere around them, the two lovers stared at each other's eyes. Silently. Filled with yearning and love. There was greed and want, hidden behind those fierce golden pupils but they stared at him with utmost gentleness. Moulin felt his heart lighten. A wave of relief filled his chest and he took a step forward,
