The fire in Haru’s veins burned stronger, clamoring desires warring in abstract ideas.
This was good, this was almost like fate. Looking at the patterns of the ceiling for a moment, his blood told him that he may have found that man and he may be sitting with him. Someone to dance with in the midst of chaos.” But it would have to be the right rival, someone who can face an inferno without flinching, embrace it even. “It makes a man better, makes him more than he is. that would be something,” he murmured, laughing his low thunder-like laugh.
