The Arrows Of Love || VMIN
"My L-lord?" the Prince uttered, voice low and wobbly; tilting his neck, narrowing his eyes in futile efforts to see his monster of a husband through the dark. "Yes, Peony?" "I- I can't see you, my Lord." "Peony." The warm touch left Jimin's cheeks, holding his hands in a forbearing hold, something overwhelmingly soft...