you had never smiled at malleus like that before. your smiles, your laughter were always polite, respectful, but they were never the same as the laughter you shared with your friends. malleus was indifferent to it. indifferent when it was just friendship. but you never smiled at him with love, did you? you would never look at him with the same soft, passionate eyes he directed at you.
ah, he wouldn't let you smile at anyone but him. your friends were now unconscious, immersed in their own dreams of pride and feverish desires. their smiles, their feelings, would never belong to anyone but malleus. even now, with your lower lip trembling, your eyes brimming with despair and fear as you looked at him, malleus could only demand one thing: "smile, child of man."
















