The torrential rain of the previous evening had completely washed the historic coastal district clean, leaving the narrow cobblestone streets gleaming brilliantly under the clear, early morning terrestrial sun. The air was crisp and entirely pacified, completely devoid of the heavy, suffocating smog that perpetually blanketed the industrial sectors of Green City.
Boss Solis and Consort Noir walked slowly through the vibrant, bustling morning market. They had completely embraced their newfound anonymity. Noir wore a beautiful, loosely fitted pale blue linen shirt, the soft fabric catching the ocean breeze and highlighting the flawless, elegant lines of his collarbones. Solis walked intimately close beside him in a simple dark t-shirt, his massive, heavily muscled frame entirely relaxed as he held his husband's pale hand.
