SerasLupin

//Prologue It’s always been like this. White, perfect skin, which would always feel cool when he’d touch it. Even like porcelain, and looking as lifeless. Curls that tickled the back of his hand so soft he’d be touching him even more careful. Yeah, the pale boy was his exact opposite. It always had driven him crazy, and it still did. Back then in Wammys, it had been his goal to force emotion into these lifeless eyes. Because they irritated him. He surly couldn’t stand that sheeply looking boy. Without any reason, these eyes that stared at everything so sober aroused his loud personality to the max. So he planned.