s1llys4mmy
In the heart of their tumultuous high school years, Brody and Angel were a pair of star-crossed souls, ensnared in a clandestine love affair that defied their seemingly opposite worlds. Theirs was a passionate gay romance that simmered beneath the surface, a love both angsty and intense. This is a story of pain, passion, love, betrayal, and much more.
// TW // sh, feederism, br*dy, binge ED, possibly more
Brody, the towering figure at 6'2, concealed his insecurities behind a bleached buzz cut, an acne-riddled complexion, and a small mustache. Society often deemed him unattractive, but he put on a false ego, masking his vulnerability with an air of fake confidence. His wardrobe, a mishmash of band shirts and ripped camo pants, earned him a reputation as a bit of a "hoe" among their classmates. He wore his bad style like armor, a defiant gesture against those who couldn't see beyond his appearance. And hidden beneath it all was his secret passion: feederism, a desire to be fed and cared for.
Angel, at 5'8, was the antithesis of Brody in many ways. He was outgoing and charismatic, the life of every social gathering. But beneath his extroverted facade lay a soft-hearted boy with abandonment issues that festered in the depths of his soul. His short brown hair sat perfectly on top of his head, framing his feminine yet sharp face. He used his hoodie as security, hiding the emotional, and physical, scars left by his past. He was secretly a softie, yearning for a love that would heal his wounded heart.