Lucian Casper "Lucas" Ashford and Kieran Gray Volkov were never expected to cross each other's skies; one shines like the sun, the other carries the weight of a storm. Yet no matter how they try to stay apart, their worlds keep pulling them back together. In the boundless sky, where anything feels possible, they have to decide: keep running or risk the fall.

SUPERFICIAL THINGS Trivial drama. Stupid games. Petty deals. 
Things Fiel never imagined he'd be dragged into, especially not after finally making it to college. He had only two priorities: school and family. That was the plan. But within the first few weeks, reality hit harder than he expected. Overwhelmed and cornered, he found himself making a deal he never thought he'd consider; with none other than the school's infamous heartbreaker. Karson Icarus Silverio. A name that screamed wealth, charm, and trouble. All Karson wanted was to win over Fiel's best friend. And Fiel? He just wanted the cash. Becoming a reluctant wingman felt like a small price to pay...at first. But as the days blurred and boundaries thinned, Fiel began to realize something unsettling: nothing was going according to plan. And maybe, there was more between him and Silverio than either of them cared to admit. Questions started to race in his head. How long could they keep pretending? 
And when would they admit that these weren't just superficial things anymore? Nonetheless, when a pill is begging to be swallowed, it would be difficult to deny it. Not when it keeps you up until dawn.

One punch, and the world tilted off its axis.

Each crash, each pull, each rise and fall only brings me closer to where I wanna be... to you my storm.

Fuck and Forget Series #3 This is the story of two souls running from the world, from their past, and from themselves... only to realize under the moonlight that the only escape they ever needed was each other.

Destiny's limits, yet choices remain. Started: 03/23/25 Status: Completed

Former Title: Fault Beneath the Stars Stray Boys Series #1 | 🍉 They told me I wasn't in the Book. That in the grand design of the Divine, there was no ink wasted on people like me. It is hard to live as a gay man in a society that is blind, or worse, a society that chooses blindness in the name of faith. They preach love while teaching us to hate ourselves. Because of them, your skin burns even while you are still far from hell. To be gay is to be mocked, bruised, prayed over like a disease, and treated as something less than human. They hurt us for one simple reason: we are not written in their "Holy Book" the way they are. We were never named. Never claimed. Not even spared a footnote. And perhaps that is why it is so easy for them to erase us. I grew up in a house heavy with rosaries and sacred texts, a home that echoed with novenas every Thursday morning. I learned early how to kneel, how to bow my head, and - most of all- how to hide. I buried my truth so deep that even I forgot what it sounded like to speak it aloud. It is hard to be gay. Harder when you fall in love with someone just like you. "That's wrong." "That's a sin." "You're going to hell." They say it like a prayer, like a promise. But can they really blame me? Because in that so-called "sin," I finally found myself. In that love they condemn, I learned how to breathe without fear. With him, my wings grew where shame once lived. With him, my skin finally stopped burning.