[past chapters have been revisited and edited.]
(Johnathan is a Religious character, harshly and loosely. I , the writer, am not religious, this story expresses real life insecurities of religion)
Haunted by a past shaped by religiously-fueled homophobic abuse, Jonathan Walsh flees without a clear destination-just a desperate need to escape. Unexpectedly, he finds refuge with a man who defies everything he's known. Trapped in his own mind and bound by the toxic teachings he was forced to internalize, Jonathan resists the comfort his new companion offers-even as it stirs something deeply soothing within him.
Though he views himself as broken, plagued by who deserves forgiveness, he shortly surrenders to the unfamiliar kindness of Ronan, who challenges Jonathan's long-held beliefs in exchange for the promise of peace. While uncovering truths and lies, Ronan carries demons of his own, and his story is no less perilous. Together, they navigate the treacherous terrain of trust, vulnerability, and the struggle to meet as equals. Their growing attraction, once suppressed by pain and fear, becomes a catalyst for healing-and a risk neither of them expected.
As the nights stretch on and the forest around them seems to watch, Jonathan starts to notice things. Ronan's secrets run deep, and his past is bound in blood and fur. Yet, even as the truth begins to surface, the growing bond between them refuses to break. Lust will be explored with ease.
Their connection defies logic, forged in shared pain and drawn by something older and primal. As attraction blooms, so too does the threat that surrounds them. Sinning is one thing. Surviving what hunts as you hunt imaginary vendetta's could catch crossfires and burn it all down.
"Excuse me, sir. I think you may have dropped these?"
It was the voice I noticed first. Smooth, a little amused, and low enough to draw me out of myself.
Then I saw him.
Dirty blonde hair that looked like waves crashing down the sides of his face, and freckles like splattered paint across his fair skin. A silver hoop in his nose, another in his brow, both catching the light. And those eyes... electric blue, staring into my green ones with intensity.
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After a heartbreaking loss, Killian has spent two years shielding himself from love, or any human contact really-convinced that no one could ever replace the person he lost. Finn, on the other hand, is caught in the throes of a toxic relationship, knowing he's not getting what he deserves but is too scared to walk away.
When their paths cross, the spark is undeniable, but both are hesitant, scared of getting too close.
Killian fears the pain of loving and losing again, while Finn's relationship has made him lose hope all together-almost.
Will they let their pasts define them, or can they find the courage to bloom together in the wake of their ruins?