Jude held out a small dark red box for him to take, his flustered visage said it all but he did his best to restrain himself. Within the box that fit in the palm of his hand was a specially ordered silver ring with an engraving around the inside half of it which read: To the keeper of my heart, I love you.
When he pries the lavish lid, eyes can only widen in astonishment at what they were beholden to. Hues of pink airbrushed his cheeks as its elucidation sinks like a pair of honed fangs ( but even without those inscriptions, he knew how unmeasurable the love was contained within his beau's modest stature ). He does not bother to utter in voice, as his arms precedes all else in coiling around his muffin's form and draws him close. To receive his undying trust and devotion is what gratifies his own threads of red. Jude is beautiful, undoubtedly gorgeous inside out ( and there is no one who can compare to the altruism he emits ). ❝Thank you...❞ The words fell into silence when his own lips will press upon the baby soft skin of his lover's cheeks, gracing each portion of his fetching features with a kiss and another.