Followed by a brief anticipated silence in between those two young wounded hearts wrapped in each other's embrace, Zenith could feel his rising anxiety while talking about his old scars miraculously calming down from the effect of Kylian's soothing sweet pheromones that had filled the entire room.
Nuzzling his face on his back while hearing the sound of Kylian's thumping heartbeat too, a soft small smile curved his lips as Zenith continued.
"My mother was a very beautiful singer, Kyle. Her songs always used to make me feel comforted as if I would be teleported into a fairytale world just hearing her voice. She was a very lovable person…who deserved the whole world, only if she hadn't met my bastard father…"