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Adaar was working on his desk when Cole appeared in a cloud of smoke muttering under his breath. Adaar almost knocked down the inkwell in startle.
A deadly poison that hardens the flesh meant to be dangerous but is beautiful.
"I thought those were for battle," he said in a low voice.
Adaar touched his face finally realizing Cole meant his Vitaar.
"Cole this is not Vitaar is just normal makeup"
Cole moved closer to him and gently touched his lips painted with blue lipstick.
"Do you like it?"
Cole nodded.
"Yes"
"I'm glad" Adaar took Cole's head between his hands and kissed him.
"Now let me finish my paperwork-"
Cole disappeared before he could finish the sentence.