As if sensing the Lord's gaze, he looked up, a curious expression on his face. Then, in an instant, a warm smile bloomed, one that could put a thousand vibrant blossoms to shame.
'Bewitching! He's just too bewitching!' The Lord immediately turned his head away, breaking eye contact.
This young Swordsman was terrifyingly handsome, at least on par with him, but the two were distinctly different.
If the Creator seemed to have concentrated all the masculinity and dominance of mankind into him, then it was as if the Gods had bestowed all of men's remaining tenderness upon this young man.
Despite being a man, his smiles and movements all had a "soft" and "bewitching" quality. This was especially true of his eyes, which were as brilliant as a starry sky and almost made the Lord question his own sexual orientation.
It didn't matter if he had his own doubts, but he absolutely couldn't let anyone else suspect he was into... pretty boys.
