With his glasses on the bedside table and the darkness obscuring his features, Wolfram thinks this man looks a lot like Yuuri. They have the same dark coloring and the same height. That the man beside him is thin and lanky where Yuuri is toned and muscular is a negligible difference. It's just that the wimp finally stopped running away from his duties and has quit that stupid "baseball", that's all! He looks better this way, actually, especially the paler skin that serves to offset the rich black hair and eyes.
This Yuuri is elegant and aristocratic and not at all the crude boy he once was, running around half-naked, tanned like a commoner, making a mockery of a traditional duel. No matter how much he had screamed in the past, he hadn't been able to change the boy or bring him up to Wolfram's standards. Sure, Yuuri was a fine king in his own way, but he had not been a good fiance.
This Yuuri, however, is a perfect match for Wolfram. This Yuuri never kicks Wolfram out of his bed, and when they make love it is...so sweet, and yet so sure. Those hands are so steady in their actions, and for once, Wolfram does not have to be the elder, more experienced guide to his fiance, who is but a child. For just this short time, he can have his moonlit tryst with a man, because this Yuuri, with his voice all silken seduction and fingers nimble, could never be mistaken for a boy.
They whisper sweet nothings in the aftermath. Wolfram softly strokes the curling ends of his lover's hair and feels so much regret building within him.
If he were not a noble; if he did not have so much pride... If he hadn't been so quick to anger; if he hadn't been so selfish... If he hadn't fallen in love with an unattainable man and fallen out of love with that same unattainable, oblivious man, who still does not have even the slightest inkling of his Wolfram's feelings... Then none of this - these tragic circumstances - would have come to pass.
But it is no use trying to change the past. There is the daunting future to think of, in which he will fix his mistakes. For now, however, can he not just carve out a bit of happiness with his fiance? Wolfram presses a kiss to this Yuuri's forehead and settles down under the covers.
He thinks he could fall in love with this Yuuri, if only he were allowed to.
But this Yuuri is not Yuuri.