Ares Gabriel Salazar has always believed in love that when Cupid aims his arrow, you don't get a choice. You fall, hard. No rewinds. No escape. Just fate doing its thing. So when Aidan Lysander Angeles moves into the neighborhood, all clean-cut smiles and polite nods. Aidan may look like the perfect good boy, but Ares sees the restlessness in his eyes. The part of him that wants to break free, to be seen for who he really is. And maybe . . . to be loved. Ares didn't expect to be the one hit. But when you meet someone who makes your heart race and your beliefs shake, what else is there to do but fall?

Trojan Adrien Sullivan never imagined he'd fall for a man. He spent his whole life convinced that only women could ever capture his heart. But somehow, he finds himself unable to escape the gravity of Saimon's presence - the very person he once considered his sworn enemy. Now he stands at a crossroads: Will he bend everything he thought he was just to meet Saimon halfway? Or will he walk away, clinging to the comfort of lies over the chaos of something real?

To Caliber, Yolo and Trever weren't just his friends- they were his lifeline. But when they fell apart, he needed a place to stay, even if it was toxic. Staying there made him face a choice against Redge, who ended up the most damaged by what Cali did. Now, as he tries to fix what he broke, he starts to wonder- was it ever just about guilt? Or has it always been something else?

With the line between humanity and monstrosity blurring, can they escape the virus, or will it consume them all?

Two souls collided like a sudden storm-unexpected, electrifying, and almost perfect. Their love was effortless, as if fate had carved their names into the stars. But love, no matter how strong, is fragile. A single miscommunication, a misunderstanding left unspoken, and the perfect love they built began to crumble. What was once a force that brought them together became the very thing that tore them apart. Now, they stand on opposite sides of fate, wondering-was their love meant to last, or was it only meant to leave a mark?

Was it a perfect recipe?

a bl story. We always hear the point of view of the ones left behind, but we never really consider the pain of the ones who left. Sometimes, other people had to leave not just because they lost the spark, or it didn't feel right anymore - but because they knew better that in order to grow, they both have to grow apart. Are leavers still lovers?

In the race of life, the fastest don't just win-they survive.

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