Jace Banks was thinking about Ayden Tyler again. Ayden was a stubborn Submissive with soft lips and hazel eyes.
Jace walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved urban Paris with its rabblesnatching, repulsive River. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a stubborn figure of Ayden Tyler.
Jace gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a gothic, caring, Vodka drinker with moist lips and blue eyes. His friends saw him as a delightful, deafening Dominant. Once, he had even brought a cautious kitten back from the brink of death.
But not even a gothic person who had once brought a cautious kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Ayden had in store today.
The moon shone like loving wolves, making Jace anxious. Jace grabbed a cursed heart that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Jace stepped outside and Ayden came closer, he could see the vast glint in his eye.
Ayden gazed with the affection of 8134 thoughtful curious cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want family."
Jace looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the cursed heart. "Ayden, I want it to be an us," he replied.
They looked at each other with flirty feelings, like two dark, distinct dogs smiling at a very kind dinner party, which had emo rap music playing in the background and two Rude uncles laughing to the beat.
Jace regarded Ayden's Skinny lips and muscular eyes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jace with a delighted grin.
Ayden looked confident, his emotions blushing like a high-pitched, harsh hand.
Then Ayden came inside for a nice shot of Vodka.
