A Handsome Angel

"You finally showed up; where have you been?" Clarity looked at his son with a slightly annoyed face. On an important day like this, Cyrus was even late to be there.

"I'm really sorry, father. There were some things that happened that made me late," he muttered with a grin. Cyrus was late because he was too engrossed in daydreaming about the handsome boy he met five years ago. As a result, he didn't realize that he had spent a lot of time in the bathroom.

"Fortunately, the event hasn't started yet, and our honored guest hasn't arrived. If you're late again, you'll be in big trouble," Clarity grumbled.

"I won't repeat it, father," Cyrus said.

"You look really handsome today, dear. You shine so brightly. Surely many people will be captivated by you." Lysandra praised her son with a smile.

"Is that so? It's all thanks to Sol and Lux, who helped me get ready." Cyrus smiled back, hearing compliments from his mother.

Their attention then shifted as a light shone in front of them, gradually moving closer toward the Seraph kingdom.

Clarity, who was seeing this, immediately asked everyone to get ready because the long-awaited honored guest had finally arrived. Everyone there lowered their heads and bowed, showing respect to the light that had just arrived.

Clarity, Cyrus, and Lysandra hurried towards the light they saw. Upon arrival, the group of lights vanished, revealing a group of handsome men with perfect bodies standing with their majestic wings.

Clarity bowed along with Lysandra. "Our respect to the guardians of light in the universe."

Lysandra and Clarity paid their respects to the newly arrived angels. However, Cyrus, in contrast, fell silent. His attention was drawn to one of the men standing among the group of angels, who appeared more mature.

Cyrus was captivated. The young angel's figure reminded him of the little child he had once met in the palace garden. Cyrus would never forget.

His flawless white skin glowed, his handsome face was adorned with beautiful blue gem-like eyes, and his blond hair complemented the perfection. Moreover, his body is so beautiful. No less beautiful than other angels.

"Ahem!" Clarity cleared his throat, glancing at Cyrus, who remained silent with a mesmerized expression. He could see the leader of the angels staring flatly at his son, realizing Cyrus hadn't shown respect.

Cyrus snapped out of his reverie, quickly bowing. "Forgive my negligence. I am the prince of the Seraph clan, paying respect to the guardians of light in the universe."

Cyrus appeared slightly nervous.

"Raise your heads. Without permission from the gods, we would never be able to come here and attend the event you've organized. Thank you for your hospitality."

"It is a great honor for us that you are willing to come to our event. This is a gift that is truly beyond measure. Then please come in; the program will begin shortly." Clarity said. They then turned around and led the angels into their palace.

While his father and mother led them to enter the palace, it was different with Cyrus, who decided to wait there. He was silent as he continued to watch the man who passed by along with the others.

As the young angel walked in front of him, Cyrus couldn't help but stare at him. That figure was too handsome to ignore.

He was so handsome. Cyrus could not take his eyes off him at all. As the man moved further away, he had stopped for a moment and turned his head towards Cyrus, who continued to watch him. It made their eyes unconsciously clash with each other.

Thump!

Cyrus quickly turned his face away as soon as he realized their eyes had met. Somehow, his heart unconsciously pounded heavily, and his face felt hot. His complexion turned rosy.

What's happening to me? Why is my heart racing just from locking eyes with him? Cyrus tried to regulate his heartbeat, but for some reason, it felt so challenging.

"Young master!" Sol and Lux snapped him out of it. Cyrus turned, seeing both of his guards approaching.

"Are you alright?" Sol asked with concern as soon as he noticed his master didn't look well.

"Your face is red. Are you running a fever?" Lux extended his hand, placing the back of it on Cyrus's forehead.

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"This is merely a form of gratitude because the gods have kept this land safe, and the gods kindly blessed the Seraph clan with a successor, our handsome son." Clarity raised the cup in his hand high in the air. He looked proud, speaking with great confidence.

The guests at the event then lifted their drinks, toasting to the occasion. The party began. The celebration of Clarity's one hundred and twentieth year as the leader appeared festive. Many people enjoyed the festivities, and even the angels who came that day tried to partake in the celebration.

While everyone was busy enjoying the party, accompanied by the sweet melodies of music, Cyrus couldn't stop staring at the handsome angel standing not far from him.

Cyrus felt that the man radiated such brilliance that it was challenging to ignore him.

"Young master, you shouldn't keep staring at him like that." Sol whispered in his ear, making Cyrus snap out of his reverie.

"Why shouldn't I? He's too radiant to ignore."

"He is an angel, and you might commit a great sin if you stare at him for too long. Besides, excessively observing someone is impolite."

Cyrus was shocked to hear his guard indirectly call him impolite. "How dare you call me impolite?"

"That's not what I meant. I just—"

"Prince Cyrus!"

Sol's words were abruptly cut off when a group of women from various clans suddenly ran towards them. They surrounded him like a swarm of ants converging on sugar.

"We've been eagerly anticipating this because we wanted to meet you in person."

"It turns out you're even more handsome than we imagined."

"Oh my, look! He's like a statue carved directly by the gods."

"He's so handsome!"

The women exclaimed excitedly, startling Cyrus. He tried to stay calm to deal with them. He asked all the women to step back and give him some space, but not a single one of them would listen.

"I beg you, calm down, and give me room to move!" Cyrus struggled to free himself from their enthusiastic embrace.

"NO." All the women spoke in unison.

"We've been looking forward to this for so long, just to meet you!"

"We won't waste the opportunity we have."

Cyrus felt increasingly agitated by their antics. In the midst of the chaos surrounding him, Cyrus redirected his attention to the handsome angel he had been observing. His expression changed as he realized the figure had vanished from his sight.

Oh no, where did he go? Why isn't he here? Did he leave? Cyrus sighed in frustration. Now, not only was he bothered by the presence of the women, but he also lost sight of the man he had been observing.

"Sol, Lux, help me!" Cyrus shouted, extending his hands towards his two guards. Sol and Lux hurriedly tried to assist Cyrus, who was overwhelmed by the women.

"Handle them, please," Cyrus said as Sol and Lux managed to restrain the women. But just as he took a step to leave the area, a woman approached him, kneeling in front of him and capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Prince, will you marry me?"

Cyrus, still in shock, couldn't find words as the woman suddenly appeared, and presented a ring in front of him. The entire room was visibly stunned, especially the women who had been handled by Sol and Lux. They widened their eyes, mouths agape in perfect surprise.

Cyrus remained silent, trying to process what had just happened. He was just as shocked as everyone else in the room. Out of nowhere, the woman emerged, offering him a ring and proposing in front of everyone.

"I fell in love with you at first sight, and I truly hope you'll marry me," she expressed, standing up and approaching Cyrus, who remained silent and unresponsive. She brought her face close to Cyrus' ear while her hands moved and landed on Cyrus' body parts.

Cyrus was petrified in place with wide eyes as the woman held a mound between his legs. He was really surprised that the woman dared to hold it, especially in public like this. "I want to have a baby from you," the woman whispered.

Cyrus tried to process what had just happened. While the woman even tightened her grip, until then she fell silent with wide eyes.

The woman was suddenly petrified in place with a motionless body, she spontaneously released her grip on Cyrus and looked at him with a gaze that was difficult to understand. While Cyrus immediately left with a red face when the woman moved her hand away from the mound in his pants.

Cyrus was somewhat angry, mixed with embarrassment that the woman was so bold as to touch his manhood in front of everyone like that. In a hurry, Cyrus immediately left the party hall without caring about the gazes of the people who were so shocked by what had just happened in front of them.

How dare she touch me like that. What kind of man does he think I am? Cyrus had an annoyed look on his face. The man walked out of the palace and walked towards the garden located beside the palace. Being too angry, Cyrus walked so hastily that he accidentally bumped into someone standing right in front of him.

Cyrus almost fell down because he accidentally collided with him, but fortunately the man he collided with had good reflexes. He spontaneously reached out his hand, and caught Cyrus' body, making him fall into the man's arms.

Cyrus was petrified in place. His body falling into the man's arms brought Cyrus' face right up close to him. Their eyes clashed with each other. Cyrus was able to see the man's blue irises that looked really sparkling like a gem.

"Are you okay?" asked the man while looking at Cyrus closely. Meanwhile, Cyrus just stayed silent while looking at him almost without blinking.

He was so handsome... Cyrus could feel his heart beating fast. He simply couldn't take his eyes off of anything else because the man had caught his attention too much.

Unconsciously, Cyrus reached out his hand, rubbing the man's face with a smile.

The man who caught his body was only silent while looking at Cyrus with a completely unchanged expression, until then Cyrus' next action actually managed to make his facial expression change one hundred and eighty degrees.

Cyrus pulled the man's nape, and in one motion, he landed his lips on the man's lips. Making their lips touch each other.

This time, it was the turn of the man who helped him to be surprised by the action Cyrus had just done. W-what is he doing?

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