Photo Source: Unsplash SMALL RED SUN   Black, no questioning eyes hid in his skin of fake vulnerability, where fears and adorations lived united in their differences, thriving somewhere in the middle.   Though his charismatic stubbornness, often doctored with curses, set auras of ice particles swirling, he was skilled in gauging her emotions better than most.   Speaking softly, with false trepidation, his ability to move within her mind set off a low rumble of conversation that hung in the...