4,336 miles. The distance between London and Orlando. George has never been so aware of it until now, helplessly listening to the white noise coming from Dream's mic. Dread pools in his stomach as his fingers stumble over the phone's keyboard, searching for a contact he hasn't thought about in months. It seems to take ages for the call to connect, but eventually George hears the groggy "hello" he's been waiting for. He takes a deep breath. "I think there's something wrong with Dream."

george is a sought-after model with his pale skin and dainty figure. dream is a wealthy upcoming photographer with a special eye for details. ~~~ major content warning; includes smut and other sexual themes. - word count: 46268

❝𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.❞ Book One of The Lost Souls Series ---------------------------- George isn't tempted by finding his soulmate. To him, it's just another ridiculous plot to get him killed. His life is hard enough, running from his hunter alone and inexperienced. You don't make many friends when you block everyone out. So when an outgoing dirty blonde gives him butterflies, George doesn't know what to do. There's something different about him: he's perfect. A little too perfect. But there's no truth here, there's only Perception. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of death, mild gore

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐂𝐘𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ~~~~ DISCONTINUED!¡! i keep this up for nostalgia 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘