THE DOOR
The heavy glass door of the bathroom glided open.
Jack practically floated into the room, surrounded by a swirling, fragrant cloud of physical Pink Blossoms. The Sovereign was wearing his casual white silk tunic, his chameleon skin glowing with a breathtaking, euphoric neon-pink light. The Pink High was stronger than ever; the closer the Coronation got, the more Jack's magic surged with intoxicating joy.
"There you are," Jack smiled, his blue eyes bright and adoring. He stepped close, wrapping his slender arms around Marcus's waist from the side, resting his head against the boxer's heavy bicep.
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