Shattered Dreams (MxM)

Chezden didn't think his life would come to this.

Being forced to cross-dress and be dubbed as 'Teo' in public places definitely wasn't something he would ever consider putting on his bucket list.

Having to wear a dress and style his hair everyday to draw in customers to his father's business was something he didn't look forwards to, but it was a must.

It worked well, not surprising, as people around the area had found that black hair and emerald green eyes were absolutely a die-for. With the money he made, going out for dinner with older men and women and drawing them into his father's company doors he could've started his own business.

But Chezden had an even bigger secret. Something nobody would EVER believe him for.

Chezden had the ability to talk to the God of Subconsciousness. The God that was only accessible through sleep. He befriended the strange entity and became attached. Somiar...

Every night he would go to sleep, he would appear in that throne room, tell him about his day, tell him all the things he wished were different. A place to express, a free place to finally be able to breathe.

But the cycle didn't stop.

Wake up, swoon men and women, go out for dinner with them, fall asleep, repeat. It was sickening, tiring. He wanted it all to end.

So what happens when Chezden's 'friend' offers him a deal? To go through dreams that acted like thousands of different universes just to remain asleep? To never have to be in pain or drowned in sorrow ever again?

Of course he'd take it.

And all he had to do was get to the end of it all.

(Spoiler Warning: SAD story) (RATED MATURE for Sexual mentions/possible doings, abuse, violence/swearing and depression/suicide. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)