When the Sun Loves the Moon (слэш)

The glow of the moon is glossed over his face, highlighting the eyes that pierce the darkness, the whiteness of his skin, the eerie calm that has fallen over the night. He can’t help but admire the light beaming on his sunken cheeks, the only color that he will ever have besides the red that coats his hands, the black that drapes over him like the velvet sky.
Tears leaked out of emerald eyes, realizing how despite the overwhelming terror that seizes him, the repulsive deed that has been committed. In his tired mind, he can not help but be deeply relieved.
“I hate you,” He tells him.
The monster before him chuckles looking down, leaning his head on his shoulder taking in the smell of the earth. “I don’t believe you.”