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The Boy With the Silver Hoodie - BL Mystery, Fate, Obsession Niko Hale has one rule: Never trust people who stare too long. They always want something, and it's never him. So when he notices the same boy watching him day after day on the bus, in the hallway, in places no one should "accidentally" be Niko assumes it's just another creep. Until the boy finally speaks. "I knew you'd talk to me eventually." Evan is calm, unreadable, almost too gentle... and he knows things. Things he shouldn't. Things Niko never said out loud. Things Niko doesn't even remember happening. Every time Niko tries to pull away, something pulls him closer a feeling he can't explain, a connection that feels older than both of them, and a truth Evan refuses to say. Because Evan isn't following him. He's finding him. Again. Caught in a web of dreams, half-memories, obsession, and fate, Niko must figure out whether Evan is the danger... ...or the only person who was ever meant to find him. A fast-burn BL story about two boys tied together by something they can't escape and a connection strong enough to rewrite everything Niko thought he knew about love, destiny, and himself.

Fresh out of college, fashion designer Gazelle Wilder is focused on building her career - not on late nights and loud clubs. But when her best friend drags her for a night out , she ends up in Velour, the city's most exclusive nightclub. Liam Frazer owns the club. And a lot more than that. Power. Control. Quiet shadows trailing behind him. What Gazelle doesn't know is they've met before. A brief moment in the past - long enough for him to remember. Long enough that now, he isn't about to let her slip away again.

Grey Pine is the kind of town where secrets don't stay buried. They just go quiet. Della Hart likes her quiet life: the warmth of her bakery, the rhythm of her early mornings, the comfort of cinnamon and sugar and rising dough. Sure, she doesn't remember everything about the fire from her childhood-or the boy she supposedly saved from it-but that's fine. She has a scar over her heart and a honey-sweet routine that keeps the shadows out. Until he shows up. A quiet stranger with smoke in his hair and ash on his hands. Soren is strange, intense, and impossibly familiar-and he's renting the room above her bakery. He says he needs somewhere to stay. But he looks at her like she's something he lost a long time ago. And he's not from this world. As fog thickens around Grey Pine, something ancient begins to stir-and Della's cozy life starts to crack beneath the weight of old fire, unspoken promises, and a truth that burns brighter than any flame Della could ever imagine.

Some love stories begin with stolen glances. Some begin with smiles. Some begin with destiny. This one begins with misunderstanding, pride, and silence. Suniti was never the kind of girl who demanded attention. She sat on the first bench not to be noticed, but to disappear into her books. Quiet, disciplined, and fiercely independent, she lived by rules-spoken and unspoken. College, for her, was a place of learning, not longing. Sohum was respected from a distance. Cold, sharp-tongued, unapologetically strict-the kind of teacher students feared but secretly admired. He believed in control, in discipline, in never letting emotions interfere with responsibility. They were never meant to collide. But an accident changed everything. What begins as hostility turns into silent wars and unsaid truths. Suniti is targeted for reasons she doesn't understand, while Sohum burns with assumptions he never questions. The classroom becomes a battlefield-not of words, but of glances, restraint, and suppressed emotions. Then something shifts. Silence replaces hatred. Distance replaces anger. Not love. Not yet. Obsession-quiet, controlled, and dangerous. Sohum never confesses. He watches instead. Protects. Holds himself back. Suniti notices his quiet jealousy, his unspoken care, and the way his presence feels too close-yet untouchable. This is not a story of reckless desire or stolen kisses. It is a slow burn of restraint, longing, insecurity, and late confessions. Because teacher and student cannot fall in love. But when time changes everything, two souls just might. This is His Quiet Obsession.

They never spoke. They never touched. Yet something between them burned-slowly, silently-like a prayer that heaven refused to hear. This isn't a love story carved in sweet endings. It's a wound disguised as a heartbeat- a storm that lived, raged, and died quietly inside one girl's chest. She watched him when the world wasn't watching. She memorized the way he breathed, the way he existed like poetry that was never meant for her- while she stayed hidden in the quiet corners of his life. She felt everything. He remained untouched. He was distant, untouchable- a star she was never meant to hold. Yet to her, he was the gravity that held her together... and the force that tore her apart. This isn't a story about being seen. It's about loving someone so fiercely, so sacredly in silence, that even absence began to feel like a presence. Because some stories are too raw to be told, too holy to be spoken aloud- they exist only in stolen glances, in the quiet ache of never being enough. ~~~ His Silence, My Storm: Loving in Shadows A haunting tale of unspoken love, quiet obsession, and a girl who shattered beautifully for a boy who never knew she was breaking.