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Zhongli was unique. Unlike other man Mark rutte has ever seen.
he was simply gorgeous. From his long illustrious hair to his gorgeous feet. All of him was simply, beautiful.
The man was confident. More confident than mark rutte could ever be. More beautiful than mark rutte could ever be.
He stared at the taller man as he walked by. He was more beautiful than he was in his dreams. More beautiful than how he would imagine kissing the man late at night.
But he knew they'd never be together. Zhongli was simply of higher status than him. He may not be prime minister anymore, but he was more loved than he was than mark rutte could ever be.
He was eloquent, and Mark rutte simply wasn't. His speeches sucked and bored the audience, but zhonglis inspired them.
Zhongli left the room as Mark yearned for the man. He yearned to see the man and kiss him.
Suddenly Zhongli was Infront of him.
"Oh, a kiss?" The man said teasingly.
Did he say that out loud? Oh no what does he do now?
"W-w-w-well you are gorgeous and id would be lov-" mark was cut off my zhonglis lips on his. He was suprised at first but leaned into it.
They stood like that for a while, arms wrapped eachother in embrace. It was amazing. Mark had never been happier in his life.
Sadly, when they both lost breath, they had to break apart. But before zhongli walked away, he whispered "next time you need a kiss, just ask me"