The morning drew back the curtain of the day, as strands of first light permeated the pale blue sky, piercing through soft white clouds and thin mist, showering the vast playground below and coating the two figures standing in the center with a layer of glistening golden light.
From Daniel's perspective, the man had a tall, imposing figure, with a stiff back; he slightly bowed his head, patiently wiping the sweat from the temple of the youth, and even without seeing his face, one could easily imagine how immensely doting and mesmerized he looked.
The youth was just below the man's chin, slightly tilting his head up, his messy black hair sticking to his pale skin due to sweat, long thick eyelashes framing his extraordinarily beautiful parallelogram-shaped, clear and lucid eyes, radiating a faint amber glow. His cherry lips moved with his breath, his pupils reflecting the man's uniquely handsome face; that small, dark teardrop mole beneath his left eye was ineffably captivating.
