"Is that what they're callin' you now? Warboy?" "I suppose so, sir." ✯✯✯ The 1960s were a turbulent time-Vietnam raged overseas, and America simmered with unrest. But for Cassius Grant, life was supposed to be simpler: take over his late father's cattle ranch, keep his head down, and honor the legacy left behind. He never expected war to come knocking on his front door. And he certainly didn't expect Wyatt Fortner. As the draft looms and the world grows more dangerous, Cassius finds himself torn between duty, desire, and survival. In a time when love between two men is not just forbidden but dangerous, Cassius must navigate the unforgiving land he calls home-and the even harsher terrain that is discovering connection. All he wants is to make it out alive-alive enough to love and be loved in return.

Boyfriend to Death is not owned by me. This is probably going to be a long-term fanfic. ~ You woke up in the woods sometime during the afternoon with nearly no memories at all of except of who you are and an odd note. You find yourself stumbling upon a rather nice, modern house in the middle of the thick forest. With nowhere else to go, you decide to go inside before it gets much too dark. It's hard to tell whether you regret coming to that godforsaken house or not. WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS TO THE GAME AND ENDINGS!