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Strolling at the night.
Count of Monte Cristo
Strolling at the night.
Count of Monte Cristo
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seteth Manuela
Ser
白
character: ichigo_hitofuri
2boys, bishounen, dramatic, alley, night, close-up, medium shot, dutch angle, from below, leaning against wall, cornered, kiss, after kiss, kiss mark, smeared lipstick, saliva, saliva trail, string of saliva, open mouth, head tilted back, poisoned, dazed, half-closed eyes, yellow eyes, short hair, aqua hair, military uniform, cape, white gloves, androgynous, 18yo, tall, bangs over one eye, hair over one eye, smirk, rider jacket, black leather jacket, leather pants, shiny clothes, shiny leather, high contrast, wet asphalt, brick wall, damp, rim lighting, atmospheric
A dramatic low-angle medium close-up framed at a sharp Dutch tilt inside a narrow, wet back alley. A tall and beautiful eighteen-year-old androgynous youth corners a handsome man with short aqua hair and tailored military attire against a coarse brick wall. The androgynous youth, dressed in a sleek, glossy black leather rider jacket and matching glossy leather pants, looms close with an alluring, predatory presence; long bangs spill over his forehead, completely concealing one eye while his visible eye gleams with a sensual, triumphant smirk. His hand firmly grips the other man's chin, tilting his head far upward to expose the vulnerable arch of his throat.
The aqua-haired man slumps back against the damp masonry under the crippling effect of the enemy's poison. His amber-yellow eyes are glazed, unfocused, and half-lidded, his breath coming in shallow gasps through parted lips. Distinct red kiss marks and flushed bruises mottle his mouth and jawline, glistening with saliva smeared from their embrace; a viscous, unbroken thread of saliva stretches downward from his lower lip, slowly elongating under gravity toward his open collar. A solitary overhead streetlamp serves as the sole direct light source, casting stark specular highlights along the sleek curves of the enemy's glossy leather jacket and illuminating the rising mist of damp air, while the recesses of the alley plunge into pitch-black shadow. Wet cobblestones reflect fractured shards of amber street light beneath their boots. Sensual menace.
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