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Oliver knight loves reading fiction stories no matter how cliché they are. Although he never understood why the main character never chose both of the romantic choices; leaving one of them with a broken heart.
So, when he has a...
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These are the main characters of the story.
Elijah/Oliver, 23. Ethan, 24. Blaze, 23.
Now, onto the prologue! Mature language ahead.
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Oliver let out a sigh, his heart pounding as he neared the end of "Hanau Hou." Ethan and Blaze were finally together after all the trials and tribulations that had been thrown their way.
He couldn't bring himself to accept the inevitable conclusion of the book he had stayed up all night to finish. The myriad of emotions he'd experienced—sadness, happiness, anger, and more—made it impossible for him to let go of something so precious.
Impatient and eager after waiting a whole week for this chapter, Oliver started reading while sitting at the bus station, awaiting the bus that would take him home.
Ethan had never seen anyone as beautiful as Blaze looked under the moonlight. Blaze's red eyes, always shining under any light, appeared even more intense.
Ethan felt relief wash over him, knowing they could finally be together. No more Elijah-fucking-Smith to get in their way. No more setbacks.
"What happened, prince?" Blaze asked, his voice angelic, making Ethan's heart swell.
"After everything that tried to stop us, we can finally be together. We got rid of everything that tried. And that guy, Elijah—handsome but annoying as hell—is finally out of the picture," Ethan said, glad they had overcome all obstacles.
"Yeah, we actually did. I told you we would! Now, we will always be together," Blaze breathed out, closing the distance between him and his prince.
"Can I kiss you?" Ethan asked, yearning for their first kiss.
"They kissed, they kissed!" Oliver exclaimed, excitement bubbling in his voice.
"Can I kiss you? Of course you can, Ethan! Or should I say, prince, like Blaze always calls him," Oliver mused aloud, as he often did when reading, imagining the scenes vividly.
But he still couldn't accept the book's ending. The emotions he'd felt while reading—sadness, happiness, anger—were too powerful. The story had become too precious to him.
"Hanau Hou" was about two people, Ethan and Blaze—two incredibly handsome characters, with one being smaller to represent their roles in bed.
"Why can't a smaller guy fuck the bigger one?" Oliver thought, frustrated. As a tall gay guy, he was tired of everyone expecting him to top.
Couldn't a big guy want to be dominated or fucked once? Well, Oliver definitely wanted that!
The love story between Blaze and Ethan was a classic enemies-to-friends-to-lovers tale. They only became friends and later lovers because of Elijah and his futile attempts to woo them, his efforts annoying and insincere.
Elijah Smith, despite being the villain, was described as a work of art, possessing the menacing allure that often made villains more attractive than heroes. He was intelligent and a master strategist, born into a wealthy family with loving parents, yet he wasn't a good person. He constantly took advantage of others, making their lives miserable.
In true cliché fashion, Elijah fell in love with Blaze and later with Ethan. He tried everything to win them over, but his advances were always rejected.
When Ethan and Blaze grew tired of his attempts, they orchestrated his downfall by having his parents disown him.
"Deserved but not really. I would be just as annoying as him without being a bad person," Oliver muttered, justifying Elijah's actions.
By the end of the story, it was implied that Elijah had died.
"Boy! Isn't that your bus? Stop talking to yourself for fuck's sake! If you miss it, you'll have to wait another two hours. Start running and get on that bus!" a deep, irritated voice called out.
Startled, Oliver realized the urgency and bolted towards his bus. In his haste and clumsiness, he tripped, oblivious to the fast-approaching car.
That day, Oliver Knight died.
Or perhaps, only his body did.
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A/N: Thank you for giving this story a chance and for reading this prologue. I'm very excited to write this story as I have a lot of ideas for it.
This book will be updated as I write, probably like one chapter a week or so.
