Harry, el duque virgen de Somerset, sabe poco del amor, mientras que Louis, el astuto duque de Warwick, sabe demasiado. Cuando ambos duques asisten juntos a la cacería anual de zorros en Yorkshire, Harry se encuentra a sí mismo tendido sobre la cama de Louis. Pero cuando los secretos del oscuro pasado de Louis salen a la luz, Harry teme que el zorro no sea el único cazado. ******** +Esta historia no me pertenece, todos los créditos corresponden a @AudreyHornesHeart, quien me permitió hacer esta traducción. +Maravilloso FANART de la portada creado por @RoFiammettaSpark

"No, no. No talking little bug, this is the part where you listen" he cuts me off before I can finish. I'm disappointed in myself for complying to his orders. I told myself when I left him that I wouldn't let him control me like this anymore. But here I am, pinned to the bathroom wall, with his hand securely fastened around my now throbbing erection, feeling my body surrender to Harry's commands. Louis and Harry have a toxic relationship, one that no matter how many times Louis tries to leave, he finds himself back and falling surrender to Harry. It isn't that he doesn't love the dominance that Harry holds when they are together, its the fact that he only feels like he knows half of his life. Harry, always a complex, dark character, holds so many secrets that he doesn't even know how to explain or understand himself. But what he does know, is that his love for Louis is something he can never lose, he knows that the day Louis decides he doesn't want him anymore, there will be no reasons left to live. Just how far will Harry go to protect his secret life, in order to keep his relationship safe, knowing that every secret is slowly tearing them apart.

Su existencia era un mero eufemismo. Sus movimientos tan intranquilos y pacíficos a la vez, parecían acompañados de una triste melodía de un piano. Con la melancolía inyectada en sus huesos, con poesía sobre sus ojos añiles y versos encontrados. Era un conjunto de polvo estelar, un conjunto de noches rotas. Louis no tenía el brillo de una estrella, él era la luna. Se prohíbe la copia parcial o total de esta obra, así como adaptaciones. Obra original de -avenoir