"My eyes are up here, Caskey." Joss emphasized Gawin's last name, as if to make a point that he wasn't going to use pleasantries with him. Gawin could care less. As long as Joss did what Gawin wanted, even without knowing that he was moving exactly how Gawin expected him to, he was fine with anything. "But I'm not interested in your eyes, Sangngern." And with that, he walked out, leaving Joss behind, knowing he'd follow. And the sound of boots echoed behind Gawin. And Gawin was right. Again.

Unshuttered; The Light We Built! Two broken men. One slow, the other quiet love. A photographer hiding behind guilt. An artist guarding his heart. When their worlds collide, healing begins not with fireworks, but with gentle hands, soft eyes, and a love they choose every single day.

(BxB) Eli Philips is the preacher's quiet son, dying slowly from an illness he doesn't talk about and loving a boy he's not allowed to love. Danny Figgers is the daredevil who wasn't supposed to fall especially not for the boy he was dared to talk to. But in secret glances, late night calls, and almost touching hands, love grows. And when time starts running out, they promise each other forever even if forever is only a few more weeks. A story about soft boys, silent wars, and one last chance to say I love you.