This gets me every time. The gorgeous silouettes, the sharply detailed tattoo in contrast with the blurrier figures, the red burns on her back. The lines of the cloth draping over Riza, mirroring how she’s pulling the curtains shut to hide them away from the sunlit world outside. The shining gleam of her hair, the incredibly intense light in Roy’s eyes as he reverently runs his hand through it. The tableau is so tenderly intimate that it hurts.
(Source. Although I think this is a full-page scan from the sampled book.)