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I was cornered in my room.. they all were here. I was sitting on antrey's lap with his hands around me like chains.. he was breathing me as if I'm the last bit of oxygen there left to survive. Abrasha was kneeling in front of me he kept his hold on my chin.. he was so close to my face that if I breath out our lips would touch. Then he moved closer to my side and whispered " Still don't remember us, kid...?" he knows I'm lying.. But he still wants to hear it from me.. I took out a shaky breath and answer him in small whisper... "no" " Lie " Anton says this... he come closer and kneel beside his brother. " You're lying. " he tells me while holding my eyes with his mismatching ones. " and liers get punished.." he says with smile that doesn't reach his eyes. NOTE: I DON'T OWN ANY PICTURES SHOWN IN STORY. CREDIT GOES TO RESPECTIVE OWNER. THE STORY CONTAIN BELOW THEMES, THE AUTHOR SUPPORTS NONE OF IT'S. Assisted suicide Possesive behavior Violence Gore Give it a try. Thank you. Sincerely, Your Writer.

a make emo neko named Hissoka usually would be slacking off and not listing but one day he meets someone that fixes his attitude

Aahir lives fast, rides faster, and hides his face from a world that worships him online. A viral biker. A faceless influencer. A storm wrapped in leather and unfiltered Gen Z energy. Daivik Malhotra is his opposite- a CEO made of ice, silence, and power sharp enough to cut. He doesn't scroll. He doesn't follow trends. He doesn't know that half the internet is obsessed with the boy who just dented his luxury car. One midnight crash. One sticky note with a phone number. One CCTV clip that flips both their worlds off balance. Daivik wants answers. Aahir wants to disappear. But when a billionaire's control meets a biker's chaos, something dangerous begins- a push and pull written in bruises, tension, and the kind of chemistry that feels like playing with fire. He is silence. He is noise. And together? They're the kind of disaster that can't be undone. A dark BL romance where fate hits like a crash, burns like desire, and tastes sweeter than revenge.