Beta Tyler
he says as he pulls me by my waist, and lifts my chin with his index, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
His touch always causes sparks on my skin, making a blush creep up on my cheeks as I look into his eyes. I can't help but smile.
"Tyler Slate...my favorite Primord of all time." gosh, even her voice is beautiful. I can hear a growl in my head while I try to keep myself composed. He turns towards her voice, undoing our hug and stepping forward towards her, "Hope... My Goddess, look at you? You look just as beautiful as ever. How are you?" he says as he engulfs her in a hug. The gesture fills me with both anger and resentment for some reason.