Cole's Point Of View
Tristan's licentious and lustful desires were a force to be reckoned with. His eyes were extremely luminous, and his pheromones were so thick I could hardly breathe. Ferdinand began to dry him off, but Tristan stopped him with a kiss.
"It's fine, isn't it...?" He murmured softly.
"Yes love. It's okay. I just don't want you to get sick, y'know?" Ferdinand said, smiling gently.
"You seem to be holding back a lot, Ferdinand. I'll have you know, that our bond betrays you." Tristan said with a small chuckle.
"I just don't want to hurt you, Tristan..." Ferdinand sighed.
"But it's because of that gentle kindness, that I can remain unafraid right now. At this point, I think we can all agree that you guys aren't cruel, vicious, or hateful men. Even if you do hurt me, I know it's not intentional. I'm not fragile... physically... I'll be fine." Tristan said, placing a shaky hand on Ferdinand's cheek.
