Tranquil fields of ever-lasting summer coalesced within the breathless blue of the little boy's eyes. Golden curls, crushed into submission by the hefty gold crown that sloped to the left of his head, formed a halo, and his smile was bright and forceful, as radiant as a star on the brink of going supernova.

It was enough to fool and disarm even the wisest of men, and when it came to Lumen 'Wolfie' Grey, it was safe to say I was the biggest fool of them all.

The little shit had taken over my life; he'd reached deep within my chest, curled his playful fingers around the obnoxious, blood-pumping organ...