In which Virgil, who's lost quite a lot throughout his life, tries to track down his brother, who disappeared barely 14 months ago. Their family is quite complicated, and Virgil is left with very little to go after as he searches for a brother he can barely remember.
After months of searching, most probably breaking the law, running and hiding he's finally about to run out of clues. The last thing he has, that he can find any relevance in, is a young male, Remy Aksel, who showed up on Janus's last Instagram post. All he has is a pointer for a house, and he goes insistently and not-so-patiently after the last evidence he has, agitating a young Roman Guerrero in the prosses.
What happens when searching for a family member becomes an obsession?
And more importantly, what happens when the person you're looking for, the only thing you have left, don't want you?
A/N:
i obviously dont own sanders sides, the characters belong to Thomas Sanders.
in this story there are certain fantasy-elements, mainly based around the idea that the sides have powers.
there will be strong language used, though if you like the description you're gonna read it anyway.
-we got trans and we got gay, dont read if you're gonna be an asshole about it-
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.