For him, love is a pleasurable pain.

Eagerly, Luna’s soft plumped lips rubbed viciously against Jinki’s, teeth biting into his bottom lip, abusing the flesh.

“I love you.” She whispered, and that was when he felt a flame ignite in his heart.

The stinging pain numbed his brain, and all he could do was kiss her back. The flame tore open his heart vessels, allowing his love for her to pour out as thick red liquid. Continuing to create friction between their lips, he embraced her tightly.

“Don’t ever let go.” She pleaded in a barely audible voice.  

Their passionate love was like oxygen. They could not live without it. But when oxygen reaches a high enough temperature, it will ignite. Red flames are wild, but blue flames are dangerous.

Luna was a blue flame.