You're Mine

You're Mine

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Romance
Stefan and Amera grew up together in the same childhood facility where they kept unwanted, unplanned for, abused and troubled children. Unfortunately they fell into the batch unwanted and unplanned for respectively. Time did it's work and they were both grown up had dreams, wishes and promises; to say the least they became best friends and were inseparable from that day until the most painful day came when it was opening day for parents to view and correspond with who they wanted to adopt and on that faithful day a great friendship went out the door but not for long. Time and faith reminded them that so it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end and with that being said here is the story of the lovely bachelor and his long last promise he made. Pssh but let's see how things took a turn when memory fades and wants takes over.... "You don't even know what you just lost, you dont even know what you just had" "Babe just say you won't let go, I've been in my feelings lately. " "How could you do this to me? "
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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